Blue Star, Demon Capital.
In a separate room underground.
Bai Yi lay facedown on the bed in his hospital gown, hidden beneath the covers. His expression was grim in the faint light filtering through the window.
Holding a pencil, he struggled to recall the Magic Array for the Summoning Ritual drawn on the sheet of paper his big brother had given him.
He still had not given up.
Although he could no longer retrieve that page of notes, he had studied the ritual array's structure with his big brother back in his big brother's basement.
Now, all he could do was try his hardest to reproduce it from memory.
And most importantly...
His gaze fell on the tiny scrap of flesh and mist of blood lodged beneath his fingernail.
It was flesh he had peeled from his big brother's little finger.
As long as he kept that scrap of flesh hidden, he still had hope of summoning his big brother here. His big brother's flesh was the best possible beacon!
"I remember it looking like this..."
Bai Yi furrowed his brow, struggling to recall the structure of the ritual array.
He bitterly regretted how he always fooled around instead of studying properly. If he had a photographic memory, would he even need to reproduce it?!
He would be a walking library.
But he knew dwelling on that was useless. His immediate priority was to strengthen his memory of the ritual array, because when morning came, he would have to destroy everything he had drawn today.
Time trickled away as he concentrated on remembering.
But in the very next moment.
The sliver of light filtering through the window suddenly went dark.
Almost instinctively, Bai Yi tightened his grip on the sheet of paper, his expression turning wary.
*Had he been found