"Just a few more diagonal lines and it will be perfect."
Inside a dimly lit room, the figure of a woman in her late forties was carefully making long strokes on a piece of leather. Holding her breath, she would dip the long white brush in red ink as she carefully made one line after another.
Throughout the time, her hand swerve steady and her eyes concentrated on the thing in front of her. As she carefully drew one line after another, the diagram on the piece of leather slowly came to life.
For a normal person, it would at most look like a messy diagram that made no sense, but for those with knowledge… just a single glance was more than enough to tell them that the woman was trying to make a talisman.
With every passing second, the diagram on the piece of leather became more and more complicated, and with it, the expression on the woman's face turned incomparably grave.
