Start Of A Journey

The two's expressions changed in an instant, and they stared at the bird; even Draven, who was making fun of it, became solemn.

"What can it do? Can it really help us see Dheivamani?" Draven asked as he examined the bird more closely.

The bird was small and had purple feathers. What made it unique was not the color of its feather but the dazzling blue gem embedded in its head that appeared like a crown.

In terms of appearance, it was really pretty. Draven, on the other hand, couldn't see how this seemingly delicate bird could help them see Dheivamani.

"Of course, but I don't mean physically. This bird can become our eyes to observe his safety," Lyle answers, his tone much calmer now. He raises his head and looks directly into the eyes of the other two.

Fallan and Draven remained silent and carefully listened to him; anything involving Dheivamani was always their priority.