The Enigma's Omega Bride.
A quill?
Kael glanced around the barren hideout—stone walls, a single pallet in the corner, no frills or furnishings beyond the basics. "No," he admitted, a hint of regret in his tone. But then his hand lifted, palm up, and the air shimmered faintly, like heat rising from a flame. A soft glow emanated from his fingertips, ancient magic coiling like smoke. In an instant, a crisp sheet of parchment and a sleek quill appeared, hovering before settling into his outstretched hand.
Elian's jaw dropped, eyes widening as he stared at the items, then at Kael. The Engima looked almost casual about it, but the faint hum of power lingered in the air, making the lantern flicker brighter.
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