Then, bit by bit, magic power flowed along the circular array and the connected magic patterns, reaching every part of the constructed entity. When all the patterns were lit up, the elemental spirit dwelling within the metal giant bird suddenly awoke from its slumber.
"Corn!" Bartlett saw the Constructed Raven in his hand open its eyes, "Corn, corn!" It squawked again and again.
"You may not know that these 'Constructed Trackers' don't all have the same personality," Defense Officer Julian said. "I've handled forty or fifty of these constructs, and only the one in your hand is so obsessed with corn. Do you think this hobby is natural, or was it bestowed upon them by the mages who created them?"
"Who knows," Bartlett took a small handful of corn from his Space Ring and fed it to the Constructed Raven in his arms. Could there be a soul inside, hidden with erased memories?
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