Tony unrolled the heavy parchment scroll, his dark eyes scanning the neat rows of flowing runic text despite the deep fatigue humming in his muscles.
The young servant lady stood quietly by the edge of his jade bed, her hands neatly clasped, her eyes darting between her exhausted master and the mountain of five hundred glowing crimson talismans stacked perfectly on his desk.
The room was thick with the scent of high-grade beast blood ink and raw primordial aura, a testament to the absolute monster of a mass production line Tony had just pulled off in the dark.
As his gaze traveled down the list, Tony's Truth Eye subtly analyzed the hidden energy fluctuations mapped onto the script. The parchment was divided into two distinct sections: the standard, domesticated creatures bred inside the academy's grand beast dens, and the wild, volatile monsters captured by rogue mercenaries for the outside city market.
