On the pedestal lay a black object. While the others did not seem particularly moved, Felix felt as if his soul was being drawn into it.

"A soul-bound weapon?" Even without any formal recognition, Felix could sense the strange power emanating from the black object. As expected, anything left behind by Francis was bound to be extraordinary.

As he stepped closer, Felix spoke again. "This looks like an inkstone, doesn't it?"

Paul nodded. "Yes, it's an inkstone. When we first found the land, the