Spirit Weapon

"I'm halfway there," muttered Lucas as he continued to scribble with quick motion.

He was already at his fastest speed, but even then, he surmised it would still take, at least, more than an hour to finish it.

Beads of sweats began to form on his forehead… or so it would have been if it was not for his Devil constitution.

His actions were not exhausting, only that, it was mentally draining.

Even so, Lucas still had his stoic expression… until it broke.

His hand halted, and his body froze.

He ground his teeth, clenched his fist until the nail – the tool that drew the half finished teleportation magic array – reduced to ashes.

Suddenly, his muscles relaxed as he guffawed.

His body bent backward, so flexible that his back touched the floor with both of his knees also. While in that position, his body quivered from laughing.

He mumbled as he opened his hollow eyes, "I should have expected this."