"According to the records I saw in the library, Pope once conducted an experiment with those Night Watchers whose blessings had failed 90 years ago, but without exception, all had failed."
Linda's words cast a shadow over everyone's heart. As they looked at the stretcher next to them, holding a person who was barely alive, each face was tinged with sadness. Truly, it seemed certain that Bandage was doomed this time.
Charles's hand paused slightly before he continued drawing. Regardless, this was the only option now, even if the success rate was shockingly low, it was better than letting Bandage sit and wait for death.
Soon, the three patterns with a diameter of three meters were all drawn on the paper.
These bizarre wedge-shaped lines forming triple patterns did not carry the mysterious aura of the Magic Arrays of the West Sea but looked more like geometric patterns, each line and stroke seemingly bearing some special significance.
