William lay on his stomach, shirtless, in one corner of the infinite domain, and he felt a cold sensation on the skin of his back.
Tamasya, meanwhile, knelt beside him, carefully drawing intricate symbols with a thick blue gel that he had prepared by mixing the blood of vykers and some other ingredients. The gel glowed faintly as it touched his skin, leaving behind precise strokes that seemed to pulse with vibrant energy.
She wore special gloves made of thick Vyker skin; their dark, slightly glossy surface was resistant to the blood, though it was not corrosive. William still made these gloves for situations where the substance might show extreme reactions.
"Are you sure about this??" Tamasya asked from behind him, her voice carrying a mix of concern and hesitation. Her hands paused for just a fraction of a second before continuing their work, betraying her unease.
"Won't die," William said calmly, his tone devoid of doubt.
