Arthur didn't have any papers right now, so he had to improvise.
"Take this brush and paint the map on the ground," he said, while handing over the brush he used all this time.
It was initially a tree branch with many leaves, but after all his uses it transformed into a real brush. Its leaves stuck on the wooden shaft, with the end of it was pointed, smooth, and flexible; an end that could absorb blood and paint it perfectly in thin strikes or broad according to his own will.
She took the brush after cancelling her transformation, glanced weirdly at it as she said:
"This map will be seen by others afterwards."
Arthur understood her worries. "Don't worry, I will paint the whole area with this blood then," he pointed to the small container of the blood he was using in drawing and making his runes.
She understood his point and so she started working on the ground while asking:
"What do you plan to do next?"
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