It was a strangely shaped spell model with a ferocious, horned head.
Ruger blinked and glanced around. These little creatures had indeed helped to some extent. Lively as they were, they became composed and solemn whenever they prayed.
He leaned back and lay down on the ground, and the spirit furs began hopping and playing on him.
After resting for a good while, he began meditating to recover, waving for Stray Hair One to take the little creatures away to attend to their own business.
Once his mental power had recovered, the exciting moment arrived.
Ruger suppressed his excitement and began examining the spell model with its ferocious, horned head. He was curious about it himself. Even he did not know why it had taken this shape. He had simply followed what he envisioned, embodying his long-held desires in the spell. By the time it was essentially complete, it had already looked like this. After the grueling slimming process, those features had become even more pronounced. Now it looked like a demon's head.
After a brief inspection, he waved a hand and left the Bedroom Space, arriving at a corner of the small island.
In the waters extending out from this corner of the island lived a sea beast he had strictly forbidden anyone to hunt. He had deliberately kept it alive to test spells on. It was not particularly strong, but it was cunning. When Ruger grew bored, he occasionally feigned weakness and teased it, because it also held grudges.
The Nightmare Wings appeared, and Ruger shot forward with a sudden movement of his feet.
After flying some distance, he found the creature lurking beneath the seemingly calm sea, just as expected. Its scant camouflage and slowed movements were utterly useless against a Wizard's mental power perception. After being