After calculating the time, Shade estimated that dawn was about twenty minutes away. He then tracked the movement of the air and discovered that the wind inside the chapel came from behind the stone wall where the three fat Fishmen stood.
Shade removed a Steam Bomb from his waist, then pulled a Rhodes Card from his pocket:
"I'll show you that I definitely didn't learn Cherished Item just to make playing cards more convenient."
With that thought, he took a deep breath and touched the ring on his right hand with his left. A faint golden glow lit up within his robe sleeve, and the abundant sense of power put Shade at ease.
He quickly pulled open the ring on the surface of the Steam Bomb, but no steam came out. Steam Bombs of this era had to be struck hard to detonate, a precaution against accidents.
He wrapped the second corpse doll and the bomb together in a handkerchief, then tied it into a tight knot.
Timing it carefully, Shade lightly tapped the handkerchief.
"Toy Making!"
Feeling the objects inside the handkerchief rapidly expand, Shade used Cherished Item to control the Rhodes Card, sending the bundle flying swiftly toward the front of the chapel.
"What is that?"
Even with the Witch's Ring assisting him, something that large was difficult to conceal while flying through the air. A light flared in someone's hand, and the swelling bundle slammed heavily into the aisle between the long rows of seats.
The prayers were interrupted. People looked over curiously and saw a corpse lying faceup on the ground, a blade wound over its heart. A faint hissing sound seemed to come from beneath its body, though it was not very noticeable.
"Oh, my God, isn't that Little Feishenna?"
The fat Fishman priest on