The following two days tested their endurance. Arthur and Fedlimid worked tirelessly to stabilize Beli's form, the spectral figure shifting between fleeting moments of clarity and chaotic instability.
Beli's words, only audible to Fedlimid, were often cryptic, and the constant translation grated on his nerves. Yet Arthur's unrelenting focus drove their progress forward. Most of their time was spent in the Compass's main room where faintly glowing runes etched into the stone and wooden beams alike flickered in rhythm with their efforts, amplifying their work.
By the end of the first day, Arthur stood over Beli's skull, the hollow eyes flickering with faint, ghostly light. His voice carried a calm authority that left little room for argument. "You're holding back, Beli. If you're not stable enough, either we're missing a lot of magicules, either it's the runes. I don't think we're close to the objective yet."
