An owl landed on the edge of the stone platform, looked around vigilantly, and then carefully placed the letter in the center of the crest.
Almost instantly, the letter vanished—without a single flash or whirlpool, as if an invisible hand had quietly taken it away, leaving behind not even a trace of magical fluctuation.
De Bruyne tilted its head, gave the stone platform a somewhat dissatisfied kick, and stood in place for a moment, waiting for a possible reply.
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