"Richard."
"Here. Hey, I have to say, your imitation is really convincing. Even your tone of voice is exactly the same. Did you enter my consciousness and read my memories?
"But that isn't right. You should only be able to sense the fluctuations in my faith, and I never agreed to open my consciousness to you. Are you banking on me not daring to report you?
"Well, you're right. I really wouldn't dare report you or file a complaint. Sigh."
"Richard, you can shut up now."
"Yes! Yes! Yes! That's exactly how he tells me to shut up. It's absolutely identical!"
"I'm Kallen."
"I know, I know. You're imitating Kallen now. Honestly, before I entered this cabin, I knew you'd give me a flogging over my faith, but I really didn't expect you to have so many tricks."
"It doesn't matter if you won't be quiet. Just stay in this room and don't suddenly run out and end the test."
Kallen couldn't be bothered to keep playing this game of explaining himself over and over. He touched the Goose Quill in his hand to the one on the desk before him.
This was the last Goose Quill he hadn't checked. If this pen didn't contain an unfinished Spiritual Imprint either, there would be no way to find out just what Vice Dean Dawensi was up to.
After a while, Kallen received a response.
"Reporting to you: it does."
"Bring it up for me."
"Yes. I shall obey your Divine Edict."
A black halo emerged from the Goose Quill, gradually solidifying into an inscription. However, only half of it was there; it hadn't been completed.
Spiritual Imprints could take many forms. Spell Art transmissions that used imprint scrolls as their medium were the most basic manifestation. Kevin and Puer had originally