Sienna had initially thought the five little creatures were chickens. Even after Harold explained that they were Eagle Virtuous Phantasms, she couldn't help feeling that their appearance was misleading.
She watched them scurry around the ranch, pecking at the grass and chasing one another. They seemed perfectly healthy, and their lively behavior made them look even less like the extraordinary creatures Harold had described.
"Grandpa Harold, are you absolutely certain these are Eagle Virtuous Phantasms?" she asked. "They look remarkably like chicks to me."
Harold smiled. "I'm certain, Young Miss. There is no such thing as a Chicken Virtuous Phantasm. Among the Virtuous Phantasms, the Eagle class is the one capable of flight."
Sienna glanced back at the five colorful creatures. One of them had found something in the grass and was pecking at it enthusiastically.
Harold's smile faded as he noticed the same thing.
"Wait. Something isn't right."
"What is it?"
