Working Of Sovereign Deck

Standing a few feet away, Mom looked at us with bright, glittering stars practically shining in her dark eyes. She whipped out her special smartphone with lightning speed, tapping the screen repeatedly as camera shutter sounds echoed through the dining room.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

"Oh, you two are so precious!!" Mom gushed, snapping photo after photo. "Hold that pose, Seth! Smile for your mother!"

I shook my head with a wry smile, turning my gaze toward Dad, who was standing beside the wooden box of ritual catalysts. "Dad... do we have enough silver dust and spatial ingredients left to run a second binding ritual right now?"

Dad let out a sharp, offended snort, adjusting his cuffs. "What kind of question is that, Seth? Do you truly believe the Fernando family vault lacks basic spatial catalysts? We possess enough raw ingredients in our underground reserves to bind an entire executive deck ten times over."