Bubu's voice continued in her head like a teacher who got way too excited about pop quizzes.
"The Orb responds only to your intentions. Just you. One wielder, one channel. That means no gifting it to your crush, no black market sales, and definitely no letting the white beast eat one to see what happens."
Isabella mentally huffed. "I would never! Probably. Maybe. Okay, not yet—but still!"
"Yeah right," Bubu said, dry as sandpaper.
Isabella sighed. "Okay fine, one user, check. How many do I even get?"
"Limited supply. Glimora can only produce a few per season or after leveling up. You don't get a magic Costco, Isabella."
"Rude."
"Also: One orb. One wish. Then poof. Gone. Dissolves into glowing dust like a dramatic fairy who's done her shift."
Isabella turned the orb in her hands again, watching the swirling colors. It really was beautiful—glow-y and mysterious and faintly suspicious, just like every magical object that had ever wrecked someone's life in a fantasy novel.
