Any change in the black triangle "tattoo" sent waves of anxiety through Leg's mind.
He stared at it intently, unwilling to miss a single detail.
The Aisha paper burned in the flames, consumed bit by bit by the fire's tongues. In the center of the twisted black three-dimensional shape, the once empty space began to form a pattern as the flames continued to burn.
The two-dimensional structure that guided the moonlight formed first, resembling a small cut on a full moon.
Next came the woven structure that compressed and filtered impurities, looking like a spindle.
Then followed the structures that anchored the heart position, washed away the old flesh and blood, rebuilt and repaired, and guided the flow of energy...
Seven distinct two-dimensional patterns gradually formed, intertwining with each other.
Invisible hinges grew between the energy nodes as the seven segments, each fulfilling its role, were tightly fastened together!
The spell model of the Red Moon Heart of Ural had been woven countless times in Leg's consciousness, but this was the first time it was so vividly and three-dimensionally displayed before him!
The perfectly connected three-dimensional structure, like a flawless crystal, shimmered with an inexplicable glow in Leg's eyes...
He took a deep breath, his breathing suddenly heavy.
This was so similar to the spell's afterimage he'd heard about. Once he could pull it into his body and imprint it on his consciousness, he would be a First-Ring Wizard...
It was just a matter of time!
He trembled as he reached out, once again touching the spell's afterimage within the black three-dimensional shape.
The familiar feeling rippled at his fingertips. This time, since it was the Red Moon Heart's spell model guiding his spirit, his body's reaction was particularly intense.
His body's instincts resonated with the spell's afterimage, causing a tidal wave in his consciousness!
But, as often happens, things didn't go smoothly, and the worry he had feared came true—
The spell's afterimage seemed too ethereal to withstand the force of the resonance. Before he could truly exert force, it shattered into foam under the sunlight.
In the blink of an eye, the spell model shattered like a dream!
What remained was only the twisted black three-dimensional shape, still rotating, with the spell projection no longer forming in its hollow center...
Looking at the lone, distorted black shape, Leg silently closed the magic output channel.
The ecstatic emotions in his heart had faded. Despite the extreme ups and downs, his state of mind was surprisingly calm.
The sudden explosion of problems only gave him an extra layer of reassurance:
If everything he desired could be obtained with a single attempt, he would have doubted if he had been dragged into the illusionary particle structure world.
After all, the legendary unicorn is a dream creature that embodies both beauty and malice.
It bestows wizards with beauty through a false world, only to cruelly shatter it when their joy reaches its peak, stealing the uncontrollably overflowing mental energy of the victim.
Leg had no desire to become such a victim.
He calmed his fluctuating thoughts, returned to a highly rational state, and stroked his palm:
"Based on the earlier reaction, the spell's afterimage formed by the black triangle is too fragile to bear the guidance of the consciousness sea..."
"And the key to everything lies in the mysterious black triangle..."
"If I could feed it more energy particles, what would happen?"
By comparing the "normal" fire glove with the "current" one, Leg observed the black triangle's characteristic of absorbing energy particles.
Following this characteristic, he came up with several possible directions to experiment with.
First, he could change the design itself, replacing the ordinary Aisha paper with expensive magical ink, or even magical items specifically used for scrolls. The results should be quite good...
Unfortunately, he didn't have those items, so he had to temporarily rule that out.
Secondly, he could change the "Cantrip - Fire Gloves" to another one with a higher energy particle output, which would also be a good experimental direction, especially since he had the relevant "casting materials" on hand.
"Cantrip - Resistance Candle" using Regan Snake Scales, "Cantrip - Half-Lizard Missy's Gag" using the saliva of the Darul Giant Lizard...
The problem was—none of the cantrips corresponding to these materials had an output higher than "Fire Gloves." If they were simply burned as materials, even lightly enchanted materials wouldn't enhance the effect much.
So, did that mean Leg had no way out?
Of course not.
Leg stared at his palm, thinking for a moment, a flicker of madness passing through his calm eyes.
Besides those materials that were of little use, he had one special magical material, the highest quality thing he "owned"—his own blood.
As an apprentice wizard, to be cruel, every part of his body could be used as a magical item.
Under the constant guidance and transformation of the "Red Moon Heart of Ural," aside from his heart, which was of the highest quality, the best "magical item" he could use was naturally his own blood.
Moreover, not just blood—if that wasn't enough, he could provide more...
"There's no rush, let's try first. What if it works on the first try?"
Leg whispered to himself, suppressing the emotions in his eyes.
He took a test tube from his pocket, used a cantrip to slice open his arm, and drew almost a full tube of blood.
Once the cantrip faded, the wound on his arm closed on its own, with new flesh growing from the small gap in the wound.
Though Leg was still an apprentice, many of his bodily functions were already beyond human limits.
After preparing the blood, Leg calmed his mind. Using the blood as a medium, he once again cast the Feather Pen cantrip.
This time, the feather pen remained black, but was now wrapped with many strands of blood, pulsing with his heartbeat.
"Thump, thump, thump"
After hundreds of heartbeats, the seven two-dimensional patterns were redrawn.
Leg raised the Aisha paper. This time, the blood flowed into the fiber gaps without disrupting the overall order of the paper, adding an eerie touch to it.
"Let's hope it works this time."
He muttered, but still used the cantrip "Majestic Blue Vial" to ease his blood vessels before repeating the previous action.
Flames erupted, ashes scattered, and the twisted black cube once again formed a three-dimensional spell model.
This time, the formation speed was clearly faster, and the result was noticeably "clearer." The black triangle's characteristic of absorbing energy particles had been practically verified.
Leg, realizing this, still felt a bit uneasy. He stretched out his finger, the familiar sensation rippling at his fingertips, and his consciousness tried to pull the spell model into his mind.
However...
The spell's afterimage began to tremble again. Although it didn't completely shatter, it wasn't much better either.
Leg frowned and sighed:
"No choice... I can only try once more."
In the next moment, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he quickly cut a slit into his palm.
Instantly, high pressure forced the blood to spurt out from his veins, and the energy particles it carried immediately became fuel for the flames, causing them to flare brightly!