Chapter 937: The Sea God’s Specialty

Tycondrius closed his eyes, emptying his mind of extraneous thoughts. At the same time, he began to mentally review the spell functions most appropriate for the results he wanted. 

A lesser Formation Mage would have certainly balked at the pressure of the situation. If not that, then they would have despaired at the difficulty of adapting old, familiar functions to new, unfamiliar executions. 

Tycon was confident in his skill. 

That wasn't to say that the possibility of failure was nonexistent. Instead, if he *were* to fail, then the task was impossible to begin with. 

There were no issues with his materials. They were, however, admittedly unorthodox. 

Instead of residuum-based mana-ink, Tycon had the quickly-coagulating blood of a Second-Circle Caster. 

Because of the volatile nature of the material, he had to focus the greater half of his attention on his work over the field of battle.