"It's done."
Moonlight like liquid silver quietly flowed and seeped into the pale grain of the wooden surfaces.
Fang Hong took off his Wind Goggles and exchanged a glance with Miss Fairy. He stood up straight, gently placed an exquisite crystal onto the workbench, stepped back two paces, and carefully admired its stunning beauty under the moonlight—the crystal was transparent and sparkled with a prism of colors.
It looked nothing like the early Type-One Crystal.
It had natural geometric regularity. But unlike Crimson Spodumene, which contained color from the substitution of similar minerals and made this fire-attributed crystal seem like a tearstain of blood, prompting restlessness in the observer.
Its surface was like satin. Yet it was not similar to agate, which had too vivid colors flowing through it—the Earth's Marrow spoken of by the Ameinu People, which held too many rich emotions.
