Beside the campfire.
Before long, a large white mosquito vividly took shape.
The invisible "mosquito spirit" around Gauss surged in simultaneously.
The mosquito's wings trembled lightly, fluttering slowly in the darkness.
Gauss looked at the lifelike clay mosquito creation, feeling a bit surprised.
This time, the resemblance was striking. Could it be because of the spirit?
So, if one wanted to sculpt a person this lifelike, wouldn't that mean they'd have to...
Stop! Stop!
He turned his gaze back to the flying clay mosquito.
"Stop!"
The command issued, the mosquito obediently hovered in place.
Quite obedient.
But soon, Gauss realized he should be able to give commands without speaking.
His connection with the clay creation must be conducted through the spirit.
[Gauss] — [Spirit] — [Clay Creation]
Fly forward.
He thought to himself.
Soon, the white mosquito glided lightly into the depths of the passage.
