Spike dragged his claws over his face before his attention was drawn to an object that rolled against his foot. It was the small sphere made out of aventurine. He gingerly lifted it up. Was this another one or the same sphere he had thrown earlier? As he drifted his claws over its surface, one of them caught on a catch, lifting a tiny portion of the valuable stone work outwards like a switch, and the ball began to glow with a soft interior illumination. It hummed and began to vibrate with greater intensity with each passing second, and he felt a creeping sensation of apprehension prickle underneath his scales.