Forty days had passed within the Sanctuary, equivalent to only four seconds in the outside world. 1

Today, Se-Hoon was gazing with his arms folded at the golden expanse, which was littered with countless gray letters and geometric shapes.0

“Hm… This isn’t it.” 0

Skimming over the details once more, Se-Hoon activated Pilgrim’s Prayer, causing some letters and shapes to vanish, replaced by fresh new ones. Without proper writing tools in the Sanctuary, Se-Hoon had decided to just utilize the power of Grace to turn the entire space into his writing medium. 2

“…Finally.”0

After two days of relentless revisions, it looked like he had at last completed the formula. 0

Taking a deep breath, he went over the result one last time before sharpening his focus and starting the materialization of the outcome with Pilgrim’s Prayer.0

Swoosh-0

A gray form began to emerge before him; its organs, veins, muscles, and bones gradually took shape. Then finally, when a layer of skin covered the figure, a gray flame was imbued into it, following the path Se-Hoon had devised.0

Fwoosh!0

However, the gray body was incinerated in an instant, like a lit matchstick.0

“…” 0

If it had been a real person, it was no doubt they would have died instantly to the intense flames. 0

Frowning at the sight, Se-Hoon sighed heavily. 0

“I guess I failed again…”0

It had been ten days since he started attempting to replicate the disease that potentially stemmed from Li Kenxie’s power. He thought he had gained enough knowledge about the Sacred Flames, having experienced it himself many times, but success...0