During this process, every second felt like an eternity.
His forearms went from sore and tingly at the start to a dull, aching pain, then to sharp, cramping agony, and finally, they went completely numb, losing all feeling.
Just when he felt like he couldn't hold on any longer.
In an instant.
The bamboo dust created by the friction suddenly turned gray.
His eyes lit up. Gritting his teeth, he rubbed a few more times in quick succession.
Each subsequent bit of bamboo dust was noticeably darker, until it finally turned black.
Once the black powder appeared, all the dust in the groove seemed to become "infected," turning completely black at a visible rate.
"Let me!"
Erica pressed his hands down, crouched, and carefully picked up the bamboo piece, gently blowing on the black dust in the groove.
As the top layer of dust blew away, a golden-red ember was revealed underneath.
She didn't rush, but continued to blow.
