"Alright, as they say… 47th time is the charm," Nico whispered, sitting cross-legged on his bed way, way past bedtime.
-Ding!
{You've been saying that since the third time.}
"And I'll keep saying it until I get it right," Nico shot back.
He closed his eyes before focusing his mana into the blue rose he had purchased from the System shop.
As his mana crept into every crevice, he began mapping the flower's structure, from the veins of the petals to the density of the stem, the microscopic textures to a certain degree.
While simultaneously, his other hand began to shimmer green.
[Conceive…Visualize... Manifest.]
Slowly, Nico felt a pressure build beneath the skin of his palm, like a bizarre sensation as though a new finger was trying to push its way out. It didn't hurt, but it did feel... wrong.
After ten minutes of sweat-inducing focus, he felt the pressure break the surface.
