The little one deftly took the Divine Pen and, with utmost care, dipped it into the Divine Beast's blood, which was infused with boundless Spiritual Energy and shimmered with the phantom of a Phoenix. Using the Divine Blood as ink, she began to draw on the smooth back of her delicate little hand. An ordinary pen stained with Divine Beast blood would have been destroyed instantly. This pen, however, was protected by a sphere of Divine Light; the formidable power of the Divine Blood couldn't damage it in the slightest.
Every sharp and focused gaze settled on this detail. Suddenly, the entire space fell silent, and the atmosphere grew intensely peculiar. All eyes widened, staring fixedly at the unassuming brush held in the little one's pale hand. Those who had just claimed the pen was unworthy of the Divine Beast's blood felt their faces sting with shame.
"A Divine Pen! It was dipped in a Divine Beast's blood without the slightest harm. This pen must be extraordinary."
