Then he extended his hand, stopping half an inch from the disc, with a few fingers slowly forming a gesture to dismantle runes.
A layer of light gray aura rose from his fingertips, gently touching the outermost disc.
The disc immediately reacted, the jagged edges trembling slightly, and an intricate pattern like scales quickly covered its dark silver surface.
"Hmph, as expected, it's something from the Bloodgold Clan." Cecil withdrew his hand, his expression unchanged, "A disc witchcraft artifact with this kind of interlocking structure, only those crazies who use Dragon Blood to craft artifacts could make it. Six discs, each likely correspond to a different usage and a layer of seal. It's normal you couldn't open it; without the Bloodgold's secret Dragon Breath key, anyone would be frustrated."
