"Can it be fixed?" Kaelen asked further, not letting the atmosphere fall flat, "The anchor point weakened, not disappeared. If the signal can be restored..."
The old man was struggling to dig out a book stuck under a pile of sheepskin parchment. He pulled forcefully once, the entire book pile collapsed, dust flying everywhere. He did not bother caring, dusting his hands before answering:
"The Golden Bull's array is not broken. Do you understand? It is still intact, still full of spiritual energy, still running as well as the day my ancestors carved it down."
He took a twig, drew two dots far apart on the ground, then connected them with a curve.
