"According to the records I saw in the library, the Pope once conducted this very experiment ninety years ago on Night Watchers whose blessings had failed. Without exception, they all failed."
Linda's words cast a pall over everyone's hearts. As they looked at the barely-living Bandage on the nearby stretcher, a shadow of grief fell over their faces. It truly seemed he was doomed this time.
Charles's hand paused for a moment before he continued drawing. No matter what, this is the only option now. Even if the success rate is shockingly low, it's better than letting Bandage sit and wait for death.
Soon, the three diagrams, each three meters in diameter, were drawn on the paper. Composed of bizarre, wedge-shaped lines, these triple-layered patterns didn't carry the mysterious aura of the Magic Arrays from the West Sea. Instead, they looked more like geometric figures, with each line and stroke seemingly bearing some special significance.
