He did not even know how many times he had chanted the incantation in his heart.
Maybe it has been chanted a few hundred thousand times, or maybe it has reached the millions. Benjamin stared hard at the triangular emblem, not blinking his eyes even once. His eyes were so dry it was as if blood was on the verge of bursting out.
The time in the space of consciousness was slower than the time in reality but under Benjamin’s steeled heart of perseverance, the relatively slower speed seemed almost insignificant. But the Benjamin at this moment could not be bothered with something as trivial as time.
He had already committed his body and heart entirely into this and had forgotten the passing of time.
Caught in this situation, he had even forgotten why he was doing this. He forgot about the non-verbal spell casting, about the existence of the water particles and in those eyes nearing insanity, all that was left was the glowing blue triangular rune.
Who knows how long later…
Finally.