The black feather drifted through the morning sky.
No wind moved it.
It simply floated above the battlefield, turning slowly in the sunlight.
Lucien watched it carefully.
"Something came through the Gate."
Aster nodded.
"Before it closed."
Seraphina stepped closer.
"Then why didn't we see it?"
"Because it didn't come through in a physical form."
Aster's expression darkened.
"It came through...