"No signs of life?" Phield poked the pigeon with his finger, confusion written all over his face. "Why do I still feel that the Winged Beast Empathy spell hasn't disappeared?"
Earlier, on a whim, he had experimented with a fast-learning spell and cast Winged Beast Empathy on the pigeon, forming a mental link with it.
"I'll try the spell again."
Phield closed his eyes. His consciousness seemed to sink into the deep sea before suddenly breaking the surface, flowing freely without obstruction.
The next moment, the three-eyed pigeon slowly lifted its head. Its red eyes opened, and in a hoarse, profound voice it spoke, "Isn't this a visible field of vision? This pigeon isn't dead."
"Huh? Lord Phield, why are you speaking through a pigeon?"
Ashina lifted the bird and held it in front of herself. Phield was equally stunned. He and Ashina exchanged glances, both falling silent.
