Then the long and dry nails were dipped in a kind of bone black oil, and a very profound and complicated magic pattern was drawn on this magic parchment, which flowed into this magic pattern with a trace of soul, and the whole magic pattern lit up.
Soul fires come together from all sides, and Count Funak occasionally swallows these soul-like things with a deep breath next to them. Count Funak takes a sip every time and then continues to stare at the magic tattoo circle. Until a broken soul flew out of the darkness, Count Funak circled back and forth next