The sun was tilting westward, drawing close to dusk.
Heish had long since departed, and He Ao sat at the doorstep bathed in sunlight, distant sounds of cheering faintly carrying over.
Yet his gaze was fixed intently upon the wooden box in his hands.
As the final trace was drawn, a purple glow that shimmered on the surface of the wooden box connected into a complete Array.
He Ao released his hand, the blood at his fingertips slowly congealing.
His C-level robust Recovery Ability caused him several times during the drawing process to encounter the situation where the wounds would heal halfway through, forcing him to reopen the cut on his finger.
And as he drew his finger away, the purple radiance on the wooden box seemed to solidify on its surface.
Shortly after, the light dimmed slowly, and then gradually brightened once more, twinkling like breath itself.
With each twinkle, the overall brightness of the glow would dim slightly.
