Night had fallen over Ikelite. The balcony curtains of Lanqi's Dormitory had left the Living Room in near darkness, with only the light from the Card Making Workshop glowing softly and warmly.
On a night like this, everything in the Card Making Workshop seemed even quieter and more fluid.
Lanqi repeatedly set down and picked up the tools in his hands, working together with the Poet of Great Love. Both their minds had reached an indescribable state of calm.
On Lanqi's workbench, an unfinished translucent Magic Card was constantly radiating arcs of light filled with intense danger. Even its structure could not be fixed, twisting continuously under the immense pressure.
This phenomenon had appeared whenever his Magic Cards were about to explode.
Yet even in this state, Lanqi remained completely unfazed by the card's mutation. He proceeded with the final steps: sealing and stabilizing the card's Mana circuits, then carrying out the final debugging and encapsulation.
He firmly refused to give up on this Magic Card, which was teetering on the edge of collapse—or perhaps had already passed the point of no return. He linked together the Magic Imprints that he and the Poet of Great Love had engraved throughout the day, forming a complete Mana circulation route so that the Magic Card could continue operating after being filled with the user's Mana.
Although the Card Making seemed to be drawing closer to success, it was actually heading toward its end.
The card had already gone wrong in the earlier stages, as its unstable structure clearly proved.
An inferior product with such a serious flaw should have been abandoned and detonated long ago, but Lanqi was still forcing himself to continue.
Trying to salvage such a structure, making it function properly without exploding, was practically impossible.
And if he failed