Using the sharpened tip of a pitchfork as a pen, with the blood of the deceased for ink, Laine drew a terrifying array in the terrified and struggling gaze of Samer, much like a cultist would.
Then, he smiled and approached, easily putting an end to Samer's futile struggles before tossing him into the center of the array.
As the array lit up, in a special form, the energy from the dead man's flesh and blood was continuously transformed into controllable spiritual power. It was like a primitive holocaust, only there were no nature spirits to receive the sacrifice. This energy, mingled with the resentment of living beings, was merely used as a force to touch the omnipresent superficial Magic Net.
With a flash of inspiration, the witchcraft [Advanced Detection of Thought] was effortlessly cast, which was the sole value of Samer's extended life.
