When the plot-skips players into the game world

Aiwass had already infused his three points of Dark Attribute Mana into the card yesterday. It was for this reason that the card slightly darkened, not an illusion but because it was indeed weakly absorbing the surrounding light. If placed under the sunlight and compared with other objects, perhaps it would be more noticeable.

Now, Aiwass's Mana Pool was replenished and full.

He touched the mercury-coated moon gently again, slowly infusing all three points of Dark Attribute Mana inside. A card crafted with six Mana Points would be slightly stronger than one with five.

"What a pity..."

Aiwass murmured in a low voice, "Let's create one for now. The materials for the remaining three cards can wait until I have more Mana in the future."

After the card had been infused with the minimum of five Mana Points, the ritual was immediately activated. If not crafted immediately, it would be wasted in an hour. Otherwise, Aiwass could even save up Mana day by day, possibly accumulating for ten days to craft a "Field Card: Shadow Cellar" that would require thirty Mana Points.

He could also infuse one more point today and then start crafting tomorrow with seven Mana Points.

But from five to ten Mana Points, all that could be crafted were the weakest "Enchantment Card: Blade of Shadows." Hoarding one more point wouldn't bring a qualitative change... Better to seize an extra day instead.

Thinking so, he hammered the rusty nail forcefully into the tarot card.

A creaking sound was heard, but the paper card emitted a strange, acidic noise. It was as if Aiwass wasn't nailing it into a card but into someone's skull.

Straight after, he looped the three ropes into rings. They were draped over the nail from three angles, and the other ends of the ropes were nailed to three "Sword" cards with ordinary nails.

The next moment, the ropes suddenly inflated, swelling up. It seemed that they had not just had a nail hung on them, but as if they were strangling someone's neck, abruptly changing from three ropes into a ring instead of a "V."

Aiwass then evenly scattered the pre-ground black pearl powder over the tarot card. The "Moon" card belonged to the domain of the "Path of Love." Black pearl was the guardian gemstone of the Path of Love, capable of attracting the gaze of the Pillar God "Eternal Self."

A mere glance—even just a fleeting one—was enough to imbue the card with spirit.

After completing what he needed to do, Aiwass remained still in his spot.

The shadows beneath him rose like wisps of smoke, merging into the card. The painting on the tarot card continually transformed, as though another artist was revising it.

When the alteration of the image ceased, the nail also slowly melted away. It became a new "Moon," while two of the ropes merged into two new "Dark Towers," transforming into jackal-headed figures holding scepters. The remaining rope took the place of the original lobster, becoming a black scarab.

The card automatically floated up, flying into Aiwass's hand.

The card's attributes appeared automatically in his eyes:

[Enchantment: Blade of Shadows (Moon)]

[Required: Darkness 0]

[Instant, Contact, Immediate Effect]

[Effect: Temporarily grants the target "Weapon" shadow, cutting, and corrosion properties, considered an Extraordinary Weapon. Duration: one minute (+20%)]

It's done.

Aiwass thought to himself.