Before long, a shadow figure drifted out again. This time, however, its ethereal hand cradled an object glowing with a ghostly light.
The thing was about the size of a bracelet, with two tiny bells attached to its edges. It floated in the soul-like figure's palm, as if it couldn't grasp the physical object. Approaching one of the men, it said, "Take it."
"Yes, Master!" The middle-aged man responded respectfully, quickly taking the object and stowing it away.
The spirit form glanced at the two elders, too lazy to intervene. Just as it prepared to enter the middle-aged man's body to rest, it sensed an exceptionally pure aura.
"Hmm? An innate spirit-gathering body?" His eyes narrowed, a gleam flashing within them as he shot toward the source of the aura.
