Just by looking at the pattern on the wall, Angor could already feel a terrible and indescribable fear.
Trembling a little, Angor watched the recording carefully and began drawing the pattern in his mind…
He picked a random spot as the starting point. Then he followed the curves, strokes, roundabouts, and junctions… The shining pattern slowly appeared inside the dark space of his mind.
When a tiny part of the pattern was created in his mind, Angor’s eyebrows twitched.
He disregarded it and kept drawing.
The twitching grew stronger with time, and Angor started to sense an uneasiness. Soon, he felt the spot between his eyebrows swelling. It was as if strange energy was gathering inside his pineal gland.
Angor did not know if he was sensing spirit power, so he simply kept going while trying to capture where the strange feeling was coming from.
When the second part of the pattern was finished, Angor tried to combine the two parts together but an unknown terror suddenly shrouded Angor’s body.
He felt like someone who lost his way in the middle of a swamp, and that he was struggling in a deadly mud without anyone around to help him.
His only way was down… into the bottomless swamp.
Next, endless darkness and agony descended onto his body.
His soul was screaming in pain as if it was trying to tear up its vessel from the inside.
Angor remembered such a feeling. He fainted because of it in the Nightmare Realm. The next thing he knew was that his spirit power increased when he woke up again.
He realized this might be his chance; a chance to find his spirit power.
He was a mortal when he was inside the Nightmare Realm. He was still a mortal but now, he was a mortal who had begun to learn the channeling method.
As he kept drawing the pattern in his mind, Angor also began imagining the model built using the Singularity Dispersive Method . He diverted his concentration away from the pain, focusing only on finding the spirit power.
Trying to find a needle during an unlit night was a difficult task. But finding a lighthouse in the dark was a lot easier.
During Angor’s previous meditations, he tried to find his spirit power blindly. Now, with the strange pattern as a medium, which stimulated his spirit power to run wild inside his soul, the power appeared brighter than a lighthouse in the night.
The pain kept worsening until Angor realized his brain could not take it anymore.
He immediately stopped his imagination and calmed his mind. The two parts of the pattern that he had already drawn slowly shattered and disappeared into the depth.
With the pattern gone, the spirit power which was drawn out whirled around in Angor’s mind and was about to vanish.
Angor was drenched in sweat now. With all of his spirit exhausted, he felt faint. But he held on. He knew that if he rested now, the spirit power he triggered using so much effort would hide into nothingness soon.
He had to strike the iron while it was hot. Angor forced his brain to work again. To “attract” the spirit power, he began to imagine the spiritual model according to the channeling method he read.
Usually, this was no easy task. But it was a lot easier now that his spirit power already showed itself because of the strange pattern.
Angor only had to follow the instructions in the book slowly and tame the power, thus ironing his own name onto the spirit power.
From now on, Angor only had to imagine the spiritual model again to draw out the power. Once he completed building the model, and with the help of mana, Angor would be able to activate his spirit power for certain.
Knowing this, Angor sighed in relief.
He slowly opened his eyes again. Yet before he could lift a hand to wipe the beads of sweat off his face, he felt dizzy and his eyes rolled back before he collapsed on the floor.