"What the hell is this, Rodion?" Mikhailis muttered, lifting them slightly. The talismans were small enough to fit in his palms, yet he felt something profound stirring within them.
<Mikhailis, scanning... Standby.>
Mikhailis waited, tapping one of the talismans with his index finger. As he did, the two of them began to float, slipping from his palms and hovering before him. His eyes widened, and a giddy laugh escaped his lips.