When did it become yours?
Without wasting time arguing with herself, the Hero scrutinized the faintly visible materials.
Dragon Horn, gemstones, broken blades, Exotic Flowers, Crystal Marrow...
She couldn't name almost any of the materials, but there was no doubt that they were all priceless treasures.
Even the proud little princess momentarily set aside the smile on her face, showing a rare look of seriousness between her brows.
She raised her eyebrows, preparing to examine each of these treasures, but as her gaze swept across the multitude of treasures, her attention inexplicably locked onto one.
It was a feather.
[Mimicry (30-no, 30+ flame, 70+ Dragon Feather, 90+ Holy Feather, the higher, the more remnants)]
D100=58
To be precise, it was a flame shaped like a feather.
Soft, light—jet black.
It flickered quietly, a black flame that seemed to swallow all light, not exuding any evil aura, yet it induced a shiver in others.
It was purely a destructive force.
