"Wanna see something?"
Drayken chuckled. He lifted his pen again, and mana swirled around him, gradually accumulating at the tip of the pen. Then, he jotted down a dot.
At a glance, it seemed the same—just a simple black dot. But hidden beyond the naked eye was a deeper intent, a complex mana structure woven into it.
"This is the SoulMark spell, derived from Aura," the old man said, gulping hard.
Drayken casually made another dot. This one was the most basic—the Aura spell itself, the foundational spell it all stemmed from.
"This is really true…"
The old man took a deep, heated breath to calm his surging thoughts, while Drayken was quietly puzzled in his heart:
'Is this feat so terrifying to accomplish that even this guy, who clearly should be one of the strongest in existence, is having an existential crisis right now?'
