When Angel returned to the compartment, Gleipnir was still setting up the ritual.
The formation on the floor had already been drawn. Now, she was placing the final props.
Yes, even the placement of props had strict specifications. Deviating by even a single coordinate could cause the ritual to fail. This alone showed how exacting Maradaku was when it came to ritual protocols.
Gleipnir calculated coordinates as she moved around the outside of the "Six-Pointed Eye."
—The Six-Pointed Eye was the formation chosen for this ritual. A six-pointed star was drawn on the ground, with an eye at its very center, symbolizing a glimpse into the truth.
Once she had calculated a coordinate, Gleipnir placed the corresponding ritual prop in its designated position.
Before long, all around and within the Six-Pointed Eye were covered in an array of props.
Multicolored paints, geometric fabrics cut to different specifications, and brilliant wax poured into the grooves along the Six-Pointed Eye.
It had to be said that after Gleipnir's arrangement, this ritual looked far more formal.
If they had followed Angel's original idea, they would have just tossed down the props however they liked—a completely makeshift operation. But now, anyone who saw it would at least know this was a ritual.
Whether the ritual succeeded or not, it certainly had the look of one now.
"The time is now two ten in the morning." Gleipnir murmured softly. "Ten minutes until the ritual begins."
Angel asked, "How do you feel right now? Are you worried the ritual will fail?"
Gleipnir shook her head. "Not worried. We followed the rumors provided by the mission and completed every ritual preparation. If it still fails, then the mechanism can only be faulty."
The dungeon's mechanisms were overwhelmingly unlikely to have a problem, so in Gleipnir's view, their