“A minute at most,” Trace said, waving a hoof dismissively at Artemis. “This is merely for- A-ha…” She stopped walking and pointed her hoof at the bare spot of ground; outlines of… something Bitterroot couldn’t make out glowed faintly. “Huh. Okay, this… is strange,” muttered Trace. “I am really unsure of what kind of magic was used here.”