The staff was roughly shoulder-length. Its shaft was not made of ordinary wood, but a deep gray material that felt warm and smooth like jade, yet held the faint, cold gleam of metal—as if some alloy, refined by a Secret Technique, had been fused with ancient ivory.
Fine, flowing silver lines were engraved across its surface.
The lines wound and coiled, forming layers upon layers of miniature Arrays that seemed to be in motion.
Even in the dim light, they emanated an exceedingly faint but steady, unceasing Arcane glow.
The design of the staff's head was particularly striking.
Three elegantly curved metal ribs interlaced to cradle a levitating, deep purple Crystal, about the size of a pigeon's egg, at its core.
Within the Crystal, what looked like liquid starlight or a condensed thundercloud slowly swirled and churned, occasionally flashing with a dangerous and beautiful bolt of lightning.
