Felix felt a chill down his spine at the news about a simple brush coming to life.

Nala explained, "As soon as we entered Astoria's airspace, the brush started trembling like it wanted to write. When I gave it paper, it wrote 'alive.' The writing was messy but readable."

It was the first time Felix had heard such a thing. He asked, "Are you arriving soon?"

Nala replied, "Yes. I know you're in a hurry, so I chartered a private plane."

"Alright. Let's discuss this further when we meet. I'll