By the campfire.
Before long, a large, white mosquito took shape with lifelike detail.
The formless mosquito spirits around Gauss surged in all together.
The mosquito wings fluttered slightly, flying slowly and steadily in the gloom.
Gauss looked at the realistic clay creation shaped like a mosquito, feeling a little surprised.
Was it shaped so vividly this time because of the spirit?
Does that mean if I want to shape a person just as vividly, I'd have to—
Stop! Stop!
He looked back up at the flying mosquito-shaped clay creation.
"Stop!"
At his command, the mosquito hovered on the spot.
It was quite obedient.
Before long, however, Gauss realized he could probably convey commands without speaking.
His connection to the clay creation likely operated through the spirit.
[Gauss] -- [Spirit] -- [Clay Creation]
Fly forward.
He thought this in his mind.
Soon, the white mosquito flew lightly into the depths of the tunnel.
Unfortunately, he had not yet mastered any spell for shared vision or similar functions; otherwise, he could have experienced the mosquito's perspective. When he left the maze next time, he would need the Spellcaster Association to look for one.
Gauss paused in thought for a moment.
The white mosquito was still flying forward according to his previous command.
When his consciousness returned to reality—
"Come back." Just as he wanted to call the white mosquito to a halt, he found there was no feedback whatsoever.
Could the flight have exceeded the range?
He stood up.
He glanced down the end of the tunnel and gave chase in the direction of the mosquito.
Far away in the shadows, several cloaked figures nearly melted into the darkness.
One of them pulled out a tube lens, preparing to look at the target they were tracking.
The companion beside him suddenly