The phenomenon would have surprised Faluel if not for Life Vision telling her that it was magical in nature. The colonel was dead and he couldn't cry anymore. The left eye kept shedding tears that pooled up together, forming a small pearl.
In a few seconds, it had grown to the size of an eye. The pearl was actually a white crystal covered in so many runes that its light was completely blue. The Small World rose in mid-air, emitting short pulses of light as it searched for a new host.
Finding no one among those present who had received the authorization of the Royals, it darted up in the sky and disappeared in the direction of Valeron.
"If my mother hadn't explained to me what the Small World is, I would have probably mistaken it for a cursed object." Faluel mumbled.
Her curiosity as a Forgemaster demanded to know how it was possible to create such a thing and if she would ever be able to craft an artifact capable of retaining the will of its first wielder.
