The Garden That Colors the Earth (6)

Night fog settled over the outskirts of the encampment.

The deserted clearing was filled with taut tension.

The Hero's party had spread out in all directions, keeping a thorough watch.

They were trying to prevent any mishap in which someone sensed the mana and approached.

Ash had bowed out, claiming to be tired, and was resting in her quarters.

At the most secluded corner of the clearing.

With the others guarding her, Morian continued her work.

Deep blue mana rose between her hands.

Every time she moved her fingers, thin lines of light stretched out and drew a complex spell formula.

One ring closed, and another spell formula meshed with it inside...