The heavy wooden doors of the Cloud-Mist Pavilion slammed shut with a dull, echoing thud, sealing Tony Clark inside a world of dense, silver-tinted primordial mist. The midnight hours had officially arrived, and the entire inner campus of the Black Fire Academy fell into a deep, suffocating stillness.
Tony sat cross-legged right in the center of his luxurious jade bed, his posture radiating the cold, unyielding aura of a true supreme villain. Spreading the five hundred sheets of plundered Premium Silk Bamboo Paper across the smooth mahogany desk, his dark eyes locked onto the glowing bottles of high-tier Core Blood Ink he had ruthlessly stolen from the Faith Family's subterranean vaults.
He didn't waste a single fraction of his breath on hesitation. With a sharp mental command, Tony fully activated his newly acquired Advanced Runic Ink Formula alongside the system's Primordial Talisman-Making Art.
