Hoooom
The quill, Seraphim, began to glow with a deeper, more pulsating radiance, and the multicolored ink reservoir inside it stirred as if something alive were waking up. Then—drop—Robin lowered the quill's shimmering tip until it gently tapped the floating pattern.
In a single breath, a wave of dense black ink spread across the golden pattern like a living shadow, coating every curve in a smooth layer. But almost immediately afterward, the black surface began to fracture with sharp cracks, peeling away piece by piece and falling to the ground like brittle paint placed on a scorching iron plate.
Yet something was undeniably unusual. Among the five brilliant points glowing like miniature suns on the pattern, one point alone remained black, refusing to shed its color. And beside it, a thin thread of blackness stretched into the air, forming clear words: (Nocking Mountain Gum Sap — Concentration 7%)
