"Thank you. Reks, you stay alive too!"
Aaron remembered that he had shared a bed with Reks more than once.
He was a kind and gentle man.
Aaron understood how painful it must be for Reks to leave him behind. Yet the decision to flee made Aaron strangely glad.
The light from the pattern kept growing stronger.
Now Aaron knew for certain—it was a colossal magic circle.
He glared at it and began weaving a barrier circle, the greatest one he could possibly form.
Even while he worked, the circle radiated a crushing pressure of raw magic, stronger and stronger with each moment.
Its depth was unfathomable.
How much larger could this thing grow?
Then Aaron realized something else.
Alongside the glowing circle, the black marks—those he once thought were only stains—were activating as spells.
Could it be that the stains themselves were the true trigger?
At that moment, words rose inside the light.
It was ancient letters.
"Sir Aaron, please read them! I will record!"
