Solomon sat at a desk in a golden furnished room, spinning a pen between his fingers, blankly looking up to the ceiling. Erenea was cleaning around the room, and the twins were happily giggling between themselves.
"Hey Erenea, how do you think the creature died?" Solomon asked.
Erenea turned to look at him, stopping what she was doing."The creature's dead? How do you know?"
"Miya told us about it, remember."
"Well, I don't know much about the creature, so I just assumed he teleported away like he usually does."
"Yeah, that's true, we've been trying to get close to him for years, but he'd always just teleport away." Nael said.
"Yeah, its way of teleporting was rather unique." Solomon said.
"What do you mean?" Neal asked.
"He's talking about how the creature never left any mana traces behind." Erenea said.
"Huh?" Both of the twins looked confused.
"Whenever you use magic, there's always a trace, but somehow, the creature manages to use magic without leaving any traces."
"Oh! That's so cool!" Neal exclaimed.
"But how does it manage to do that?" Nael asked.
"Who knows?" Solomon said, shifting his head to the side. "But I'm sure he's dead." He giggled faintly.
"The creature always moved around with that old tower. Before I met up with Reina in the forest, that same tower suddenly appeared behind me.
I checked inside, but no one was there, just paintings underground, a bunch of old documents in a language I couldn't recognize.
My assumption of the creature was always a human spirit who had somehow taken a human form with a lingering attachment to that tower, but now I feel like there was more than that." The picture of the book and cloak flashed in Solomon's mind."..."
A spirit with a physical form, I guess that can explain why it was able to use magic without leaving any traces of mana. Only spirits can do that. Erenea thought. But is that possible? She looked at Solomon.
Solomon stood up from the chair, still spinning the pen between his fingers.