Chapter 89: More and more magic circles.
He cursed under his breath.
Again.
The second circle broke—this time after nine damn lines. Mana lashed back into his fingers like a spark of static and made him flinch.
His control was fraying. His focus too. But more than anything, he was getting annoyed.
"Seriously?" Arthur muttered. "I'm doing everything right."
The lines were precise—well, 'mostly'. The core rune was stable. He'd triple-checked his mana output. Yet every time he thought he was close, the damn thing would just… crack.
Fizzle. Collapse.
Like it was mocking him.
He took a deep breath and glared at the circle's faint remnants still fading from the air.
No. This wasn't just about control. Something else was off.
The more he stared at it, the more he realized it felt less like drawing a diagram and more like trying to play an instrument he'd never heard before.
It had rhythm.
A flow.
