The white feather remained on Bahamut's desk. It hadn't moved since he picked it up the previous night, nor had it revealed anything useful. He had run mana through it and got nothing.
Alana had examined it with her darkness affinity; still nothing. Ren had sniffed it after Bahamut, and his answer had been even more confusing. Because he also got the same thing.
"It smells... empty."
That alone had bothered Bahamut. Everything in the world carried a scent. People, mana, souls, elements, and even illusion techniques left traces. Yet the feather smelled like absolutely nothing. It was as though it didn't belong to this world.
...
Morning came quickly.
The first rays of sunlight poured through the windows of the headquarters. Unlike yesterday's relaxed breakfast, today's meal was almost silent. Everyone seemed to be lost in thought.
