It could only endure the attacks passively while letting out agonized howls.
One flesh sac after another was loaded into burlap bags by the Marrow Eaters.
The formations of the Marrow Eater wizards were continuously being inscribed.
Special silver powder traced intricate patterns across the ground, and every stroke required the recitation of an ancient incantation. This work required time, and time was what they lacked most.
The ground suddenly began to shake violently.
"It Comes again!" One Marrow Eater was visibly unsettled. "I wonder what's happening outside."
"Focus on your own work. Not worrying about anything else is the greatest help you can give your teammates."
"Yes!"
The previously distracted Marrow Eater immediately resumed moving and unloading without stopping.
The Marrow Eater wizards forcibly steadied themselves. Some even drove daggers into the ground to stabilize their minds as they continued chanting incantations and inscribing the formation.
Within the inner ring of the formation, their range of movement was limited. What was needed here was the most precise inscription, without the slightest deviation.
It had to be accurate to one-tenth the width of a hair.
Under normal circumstances, with the physical enhancements of Marrow Eaters, these wizards could have managed it.
But the ground was shaking constantly now. It was equivalent to maintaining absolute balance during a magnitude-seven earthquake.
Even though they were Marrow Eaters, veteran wizards who had inscribed this formation countless times—
—it was still exceedingly difficult.
Especially when they also had to divide their attention to chant incantations.
"Damn it!"
One of the old wizards picked up a feather dipped in specially prepared alchemical reagent, yet he did not dare bring it down.
His body was swaying violently.
Then he abruptly stretched out his right hand beneath the feather. A drop of alchemical reagent fell, caught in