He, however, had no such invisible barrier. He only needed to take a few risks, preferably with companions guarding him to minimize the external dangers. Then he could face the internal danger himself-using the Divine Object Art to read it. That might well let him subdue it, not merely hold it in his hands, but truly master it.
He had considered using the Divine Object Art to examine the Demon Dice, but something always distracted him, making him forget. After learning more about Spirituality, he came to regard this as its Favor, a warning from Spirituality itself.
Seeing things one should not see could hurt one's eyes.
But Ruger still decided to try.
The meaning conveyed by those clacking sounds, the ancient Monster Wolf with its diseased leg, the secluded island shrouded in mist, the possibility of an artificial oddity.
All these were temptations, but also the basis for his judgment.
He felt that this strange thing would not be as dangerous as the Demon Dice.
"I don't know if I'm imagining it, but I sensed something friendly in the clacking of its jaws," Mona said softly.
Ruger glanced at her. That counted as agreement with his choice.
It also showed that this Wizard who dealt with Spirituality was indeed sensitive enough.
"Sir Ruger, please be careful," Varin said.
Ruger smiled in response, and the sphere beneath him began drifting in the direction where the Monster Wolf with the aching leg had disappeared, silent all the way.
He missed Mahama a little. Had that big fellow been here, they could have tried using brute force to restrain the old wolf with the bad leg.
The three of them drifted for a long time before finally hearing the chains rattle again.
The Lump-Legged Monster Wolf walked ahead, still unhurried, no different