Chapter 146 - (146) Through The Eyes Of Albus (Part 3) (1/2)

Everyone in the room immediately set to work. Small tools were pulled from their robes that looked similar to magic wands.

The tips of each wand were sharpened into a fine point. Minuscule Formations led from the end to the base.

Albus monitored the group as they began to move into position. Ninety individuals spread evenly around the circular room.

Once they were in position, each started to inscribe Runes on the stone floor. Geth felt that something was off about the inscriptions, but he couldn't be sure.

The remaining ten met in the center. This included the women who had arrived with Albus.

Each of the ten spread evenly on the outer layer of the center platform. They took out a similar wand and worked on inscribing the surrounding area.

The room commenced filling with a powerful wave of Mana, even more potent than the pond floating somewhere above. Geth could sense the energy in the room through the young Albus.

It was eery. Something dark was contained in the Mana that reminded Geth of the blood-red Mana used by the Demons.

Albus approached the high center of the platform. He took out his own wand and started to carve into the surface of the stone.

It was then that Geth noticed something that he hadn't before. At the base of the wands were small thorns.

Each of these thorns was incredibly sharp and pierced into Albus' skin.

Blood ran from the wounds but never dripped to the ground. The thorns absorbed the blood as it flowed, pulling it into the wand and staining the carvings on the other side.

'Are they using blood as the ink for these Formations?' Geth watched from his place inside Albus' mind.

The Formation being drawn by Albus was much more intricate than anything he had seen before. Not even the Immersion Formation could compare.

Albus continued to carve out symbols, each one filling with his blood as he went. The patterns became more complex the closer he came to the center.

Around two hours into the process, a dull thud was heard from one side of the room. Albus looked up from his work to find one of the outer members had collapsed onto the cavern floor.

He stopped what he was doing and rushed over to the young man... Or, at least Geth remembered him as a young man.

As Albus helped the man to his feet, Geth found that his face had aged many years. Wrinkles had formed, and his cheeks were drooping slightly.

”I'm sorry to have to put you through this, Charles,” Albus whispered.

”Don't be,” The older man wheezed, ”Every member of the Council knew what we were getting ourselves into when we agreed to this.”

Albus nodded and placed his hand on Charles' forehead. A pale blue light surrounded the man. His features slowly returned to that of a young man.

Albus' hand looked slightly more aged than before, but it was hardly noticeable.