"Difan, whose Wing Feather do you think this is?"
"You're asking me that?"
Difan looked at Leo in incomprehension. The subtext in his eyes was already abundantly clear.
"But I don't know either. You should know this is your thing!"
Leo replied helplessly.
"I found this remnant on a civilized planet that had already been destroyed. Before I went there, three factions had already searched it. I even snatched this Wing Feather from one of them."
Difan said it indifferently.
"There was definitely more than one of these objects at the scene, but the other two groups fled too quickly. I only found this one."
"The same goes for this broken stone. The entire surviving planet had already been thoroughly looted by the three factions. I couldn't ask anyone about anything."
Difan sounded somewhat helpless as well. Clearly, obtaining these two things had been a matter of coincidence, and even a great surprise.
But their true origins and detailed information were completely unknown.
"I don't have the slightest clue either. This is the first time I've learned that such a thing exists. It's actually... actually so similar to me."
Leo was equally speechless as he carefully examined the Wing Feather in his hand once more.
He still had no clue at all.
Difan carefully studied the pair of illusory wings embedded in Leo's back.
"Your wings seem to exist somewhere between illusion and reality. Is that because of the Space Stone?"
Difan made no attempt to hide his discovery. After all, the fact that Leo possessed the Space Stone had long since ceased to be a secret to him.
"And where exactly did your abilities come from? Do you have any kin with the same abilities? You should have some clues, right?"
Difan stared intently at Leo, eagerly awaiting his