Chapter 96

Darcy's movements were like those of a master craftsman shaping a piece of pottery.

There was an aura of unapproachable concentration surrounding him as he furrowed his brow. Every small movement of his fingers resembled the skilled guidance of a conductor, or perhaps a musician tuning an instrument or playing a delicate string melody.

As the work became more intricate, lines of concentration deepened on Darcy's face, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. It was a testament to how intensely he was focused on this task.

The magic stone, which had initially been just a rough …