An orange flame bloomed like a fiery red flower, adhering to the bottom of the black cauldron.
Inside the cauldron, steam bubbled vigorously. Pearlescent mist seemed faintly translucent under the night sky, and within the clear broth, several plump slices of mushrooms floated peacefully, everything appearing so serene.
Except for the few silhouettes of somber faces reflected on the soup's surface.
"The Cleaning Charm doesn't work."
"Even the Mage's Hand can't grasp that bean."
"Once the mushroom soup is ladled out, it volatilizes within moments... then returns to the cauldron."
"Such a delicate magic effect... If anyone tries to touch the cauldron with the intention of pouring out the soup, they'll only encounter a phantom of the vessel."
"Perhaps only within the Dreamland could magic this enigmatic be sustained."
