[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Great Forest]
"Hm," Puck murmured.
Her face was caught in an expression of genuine contemplation mixed with confusion. Her eyes weren't on Grimm, nor were they on the lion.
They were locked onto the thing hovering above her. A golden orb, larger than her small form, floated in the air as if it had its own will. It radiated with a steady light, it almost seemed serene.
Here, in the bleak forest, it looked wrong.
The "spell" that had been placed inside the lion's system had been simple enough for Puck to extract. The act itself hadn't been difficult, not for her. It wasn't like ripping out a curse fused to a being. It was more akin to pulling out a charm or enhancement threaded through the creature's system.
Only the application was far more advanced than its simplicity suggested. Something that needed to be implemented with care.
But Puck's confusion didn't truly come from the orb.
It came from the lion.
