How terrifying could someone become when he was on the verge of breaking down?
He had been pondering that question all along.
But when he reached this point, he suddenly felt an unprecedented calm. That calm was mingled with an unprecedented clarity of reason, yet the more closely he examined that reason, the more insane it seemed.
Without a word, he held his pen and painstakingly inscribed the diagram of that magic array onto parchment.
He was utterly focused.
More focused than he had ever been.
He shut himself inside system space, cutting off every possible means of observation, and spent an entire day and night inscribing the array. Then he cut it into twenty-one pieces with a knife, refining every step and arrangement as thoroughly as he could.
Then he activated the array linking him to Blue Star once again.
Through a sacrificial offering, he sent the diagrams enclosed in his letter to Blue Star.
He closed his eyes.
With Dark Night City's extensive aid to Blue Star and his own prestige within Blue Star's United Government, his request would certainly receive the highest priority. From the moment he made it, the Supernatural Association and the United Government had already begun to act.
The Hidden Cultivation Society had a portal leading directly to that stretch of seabed.
The Seraphim and Cthulhu had once been sealed there for thousands of years. The lingering presence of deities there would make it the ideal medium for constructing that Pupil-less Magic Array.
Vast quantities of resources would be devoted to it.
With the efficiency of Blue Star's United Government and the Hidden Cultivation Society, combined with the assistance and oversight of Messiah and the other descendants of angels.
Three days at most.
The magic array would undoubtedly begin to take shape.
He opened