The flying magic prop was finally in his hands! William carefully turned the metal badge over in his palm, its weight reassuring, its surface cool. As he traced its intricate edges, he noticed that the texture of the badge was strikingly similar to the feathers of the Black Crow King, smooth yet durable, almost unbreakable. It exuded an ominous, unspoken power.
"Calcifer," William asked, holding up the badge, "what exactly can this thing do? What magical effects does it have?"
Calcifer, still lounging lazily in his chair, tilted his head slightly, a flicker of interest sparking in his otherwise nonchalant demeanor. "This badge," he said, his voice carrying an air of mystery, "contains the power of a curse."
William arched an eyebrow. "A curse? Does that mean I can turn into a night crow?"
