The outer ring of the magic circles continued to glow brighter, shifting its color from crimson to pinkish, and then slowly... to light green, signifying the mana residue from the feathers now flowing into each and every one of them...!
Without a word, Sebas reached into his coat and pulled out a solid block of Black Iron—a special metal favored by alchemists for its ability to contain and stabilize mana with ease.
With practiced ease, he placed it at one of the centers of the formation.
The moment the Black Iron touched the ground, the magic circle reacted—its glow pulsing as the mana began to flow more rapidly through the maze-like lines, converging toward the metal. Slowly but surely, the Black Iron started to hum faintly, absorbing the concentrated mana pouring into it.
Without missing a beat, Sebas repeated the motion—pulling out more Black Iron from his coat and placing one at the center of each magic circle, the same pulsing reaction following every time.
"Wow...!"
