The dark mana acted as a metaphysical battery, binding to the physical plane.
"Board your vessels," Seraphina commanded softly.
It was a highly efficient and ridiculous assembly line.
One by one, the ghosts floated down, pressing their translucent hands against the origami animals. With soft, crackling sounds of creasing parchment, the spirits sucked themselves directly into the paper.
The origami animals instantly sprang to life.
The paper frogs let out silent, magical ribbits, hopping in place. The badgers waddled, their tiny paper claws scratching against the velvet cushions.
Seraphina mentally projected the day's assignments into the minds of her newly minted, expensive spy network.
Seraphina pretended to be an adult as she gave out missions to each squad, making a hilarious little show by herself.
'Squad Alpha!'
'Yes, Sir!'
'You are assigned to the grand dining hall. I want full audio transcripts of the visiting diplomats!'
'Squad Bravo!'
'Yes, Sir!'
