The glow in the chamber did not dim after Erend's blood had been given. Instead, it only grew denser as if the air itself had turned into molten glass around them.
Erend had thought at first that the ritual would be finished quickly. His blood had shaken the entire tower combined with Adrius and Lysander Magic energy, the energy had already formed a beating core and their finished stage seemed near.
But Adrius and Lysander did not stop yet. Their chants keep on going in the next hour after hour, their hands never stop to weave and mold the wild energy into something precise.
Erend leaned back in his chair. He had sat a little bit faraway from them and rested one arm on the chair's edge.
His eyes were heavy with both patience and anxiety.
"I didn't know that we would need so much work for a single thing… but if it can hunt that shadow, it'll be worth it."
The pulse of the energy blob drummed faintly in his ears like the beating of a second heart within the tower.
