"This is a technique I created, with this you can make shadow borns as well, there is no rank to this technique since it isn't complete"
Tamasya spoke with a smile as she handed the rough parchment on which she had written the technique.
The parchment itself looked old, not because of decay, but because it had been rewritten, revised, and scratched over countless times.
Dark ink layered upon older strokes, and several sections were clearly rewritten with sharper precision, as if she had refined certain ideas while leaving others deliberately unfinished.
It did not feel like a polished technique.
Instead, it felt like a living technique, something still evolving alongside its creator.
Will accepted it carefully, his fingers brushing against the surface as he scanned the writing instinctively. He did not try to understand it immediately.
He could sense the complexity contained within those words, and he knew this was not something meant to be absorbed in a single glance.
