In the afternoon, Haru found himself on the balcony of his room, reading Lilithine's notes.
Open notebook, drawings, diagrams, scribbled notes.
"So I need holiness..."
He thought of what Eugin had told him: "Mana serves as an engine. Holiness as a mold."
"However..." he murmured, "...Vandris's diary says the opposite. For Vandris, holiness is like a channel..."
He drew Vandris's diagram in the notebook, concentric circles, runes connecting.
He took his pencil, placed it over the diagram and imbued it with mana, focusing, energy flowing from his body to his fingers, from his fingers to the pencil.
Then the pencil began to glow faintly in pale gold.
He tried to mold the mana into shape, following the diagram, trying to create "margin" as Eugen said.
But he failed, his energy dissipated, the glow faded, the pencil returned to normal.
"Something's missing..." Haru thought, frustrated.
