Two hours and forty-one minutes later, the pen was in my hand stopped. It is not because I had faced a problem.
There is no problem. Instead, I am just a few minutes away from solving the problem. I had stopped because I decided to do something different; something that might turn risky.
Call it overconfident, pride, or sheer recklessness, but I want to do it.
I thought about a few seconds before I started to erase, a large chunk of runes, in the formations. Within a minute, I had erased more than a quarter of the formation.
I looked at it, and for a few minutes didn't move, before starting to draw the runes in the air, but this time, the runes that came out of my pen weren't the common runes like before, but ancient runes.
I am not drawing them as fast as before, but much more slowly. Using more time to think, that drawing the runes, but slowly, I draw them.
