The script formation needed more of his time than Gale had imagined. The hole that those assassins created destabilised the adjacent formations too, making them lose more power, as scripts were supposed to have a clear energy circulation path in a symmetrical way.
So instead of one, Gale had to repair three parts of the formation. Well, thankfully, only one of them required a complete re-establishment.
After a few hours of constant scribing, Gale was down with the hole. Now he just had some tending to do with the other ones. In the meantime, a few wild animals came to try their luck, but Gale just scared them away, flaring his Qi.
Oddly enough, the torture of his spirit let him have better control of spirit resonance.
Gale was halfway done with the work when Wang Li came, trays of food in her arms. She didn't meet his gaze, working to avoid as much as she could.
"Thank you," Gale said, biting the sandwich he taught her.
