The inscription work went faster than Cain expected, perhaps because he had found a faint rhythm in the methodical process of carving each runic symbol with careful precision onto the metal sphere's surface.
The red light from the formations of Blood Crystals cast steady illumination across his hands, the weight of the Magic Brush comfortable in his grip as he worked through the spatial connection patterns he'd memorized.
'At least this hasn't changed,' he thought to himself, pausing briefly to examine the growing runic matrix covering the sphere's surface.
Despite his inability to sense mana flow patterns directly, the physical process of inscription would perhaps forever be exactly the same.
Each symbol was placed with almost mathematical precision according to principles that existed independently of his current magical limitations.
Of course, that was not all there was to it.
