——Boom boom.
The dark golden crystal, accompanied by the incessant heartbeat and a surge of will, began to slowly spread from the depths of the ink-colored torrent.
The manner of it seemed as if the dark golden crystal and will were attempting to dissect and devour it from the most minute points.
The ink-colored torrent appeared to sense danger.
In an instant, another great force transmitted from the pen, and more ink entered the Sea of Spirit, spreading from the water—that was the Ink Dragon summoning more power to try and expel the dark golden hue from itself.
However…
These dark golden crystals seemed incredibly tenacious, difficult to expel. Instead, by consuming the ink flow, they shone ever brighter.
Roar—
The insights and knowledge carried by the Ink Dragon.
Its framework, its flesh, its consciousness.
In the roar that seemed angry yet bewildered, they were rapidly absorbed, analyzed, dissected, and then transformed into a gentle ink intention.
In a flash.
