The Royal Spirit gave Ern and Erza several treasures to choose from, so now it was Wain's turn.
On the three clouds before him were a small Soul Pearl, a gold ring with a leaf pattern, and an eerie, dark feather. The choice was obvious, so the feather ended up in Wain's hands.
"Good. I knew you would choose it." The Royal Spirit spoke while Wain read the description of the pen.
[Exiled Writer's Pen (Third Chronicle, Legendary Rating)
The pen that long absorbed its owner's energy and eventually became part of it.
Using the energy of darkness, it can create writing, it will either summon a powerful being or a destructive spell. The ultimate effect depends heavily on the emotion].
'What an unusual item... Well, one wouldn't expect anything less from the Royal Spirit, but I still haven't gotten the main treasure.' Wain muttered inwardly as he moved the feather into the ring.
