Angel was preparing to shape the Crystal Pen from Flamenco's memories!
This Crystal Pen had nearly run through her entire story.
After Flamenco learned that the person who had saved her was a Crystal-Eyed Race warrior, she had specifically gone to a Crystal-Eyed Race shop and bought a Crystal Pen.
With that pen, she had written countless love letters and expressed countless ardent, sincere feelings.
In the end, she had used that same pen to pierce her chest, killing herself for love.
Although Flamenco's story had not been born around this pen, it could be said that the pen had witnessed the development of the entire story and drawn the final rest over Flamenco's life.
There was no doubt that this pen was important within the memory space, but why had Angel chosen it for the shaping?
Angel himself did not have a clear answer.
Perhaps it was his feelings about Flamenco's story? Or perhaps it was guidance from somewhere unseen?
In any case, it was only shaping. Angel had not put much thought into it. Whether it was a fountain pen, a quill, or a Crystal Pen, there was not much difference.
So, he might as well follow the feelings in his heart and that unseen guidance to construct this Crystal Pen.
"I'm about to begin shaping." With an anchor already settled in his heart, Angel spoke up on his own.
"Alright." Benbo said, "Remember to speak up when you need to alter its properties."
Angel nodded, then summoned the Magic Hand and lifted the lump of soft mud from the experiment table.
The soft mud—or rather, the vessel embryo—had already been tempered by Netherflame to its utmost limit. Angel did not need to add oil or stoke the fire to easily alter its shape.
That saved Angel