"Mirean Moon stared at Luciel, her brows knitting tightly.
'Luciel, are you kidding?' she asked, almost unable to believe what she'd just heard.
She had once tried to trace the veins within the materials of fierce beasts using her water-type awakening ability. Yet even with her control and spiritual precision, she had never been able to map them all. The channels were far too intricate—so many branching lines that demanded an impossible level of focus.
'You're serious about this?' Elara stopped what she was doing, her pale eyes glinting in the starlight.
Luciel only smiled faintly. 'Try it and you'll know.'
He took the insect shell from Mirean Moon's hand. Holding it steady, he pressed a finger to the small opening at the edge of the shell's cross-section. Wisps of spider silk began to slip inside like living threads of light.
