"You're telling me it's broken? Forever?"
[Yes.]
[Gone. Finito. The end. Hasta la vista, baby. Sayonara. Au revoir.]
[Shall we have a funeral?]
[Here lies snail mask. He didn't live a good or long life…]
Ari couldn't even be upset at the sarcastic words.
He was absolutely devastated at the loss of the mask that he had worn for almost 2 months straight.
He looked at the cracked snail mask that seemed to have lost its luster, gently running his finger over the crack.
"Please rethink it one more time. It can't be broken. I'm sure you can do something."
[Do I seem like a magic genie that can grant you three wishes?]
"Yes. You do amazing things all the time, so you can do this. I believe in you." Ari replied honestly.
After all, he had no idea how this system worked, and it was somehow spitting out magical items that could affect the real world.
If that wasn't magic, then what was?
