Several sheets of white stationery flew out of the lightless room.
They hovered before Yan Hua's eyes.
Her eyes were still closed as she monitored the pitch-black earth outside the camp through the Paper Cranes patrolling outside. She was splitting her attention, however, and while monitoring, she began sending messages to her companions in the other camps.
"While scouting on my end, I found that there are a bit too many spirits wandering outside the camp tonight—about fifty percent more than usual. I don't know if it's the same on your end. Everyone, stay safe."
Her voice was tiny and thin.
Before it even left the terrace, the night wind tore it to pieces.
But that did not stop those tiny sounds from acting like tiny Feather Pens, recording her words onto the sheets of white paper. After she finished the last sentence and gave the slightest nod, the white sheets of stationery all folded of their own accord, turning into Paper Cranes that flapped their wings and flew into the distance.
Only, after flying a dozen or so meters, clusters of Azure Flame suddenly emerged from the void and swallowed them one by one. Not even a trace of ash remained; the green fire, along with the Paper Cranes, vanished completely into the night.
This was a small variant of the "Blue Bird Message" spell.
Fire was paper's natural enemy.
So Yan Hua disliked fire—just as Huodou disliked water, and fish-men also disliked fire. They were all certain instincts carved into the bones. Yet "Blue Bird Message" was also the fastest message-sending spell she knew, and the one least affected by interference.
Between efficiency, safety, and preference, she chose efficiency and safety without the slightest hesitation.
Even so, she did not completely reject her preferences. Most of the time,