Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

So, she sat on a remote side in the main hall, watching him with curious eyes, as her female instincts kept telling her he was about to make something revolutionary new and unique, per usual.

Arthur didn't note her presence at first, but later when he did, he didn't comment on that, after all he had to get used to being watched from his core team.

The first thing he did was to get out his tools, as he took out his sword, the brush he had already used for so long and got used to it, and a bowel filled with the scorpion blood.

The second thing he did was to grab the map of this big village of his, and he started to visualize the array, divide it into the simplest form possible, the triangle base, as three poles would form a great triangle, trapping the whole place inside.

The more poles to interact, the more area to cover, and the less weak spots there were to infiltrate. If he had more time, he would add a real illusionary array inside this one, so any intruder would be dealt with the illusion array, being trapped inside it until they deal with him later.

However, he just sighed for his lack of time. He then took out a large amount of charcoal, and started using the sword in hand to cut these burnt pieces of wood into long, thin, strangely similar in shape slices, each was roughly cylindrical in shape.

After he finished making the right number of the poles, which was eighty one poles, he started polishing them to look exactly the same in length.

After he finished doing all this, he grabbed the brush, and used the blood to write a series of words, all in the same order, which Amelia couldn't read from her position, so she came, slowly, to stand behind him, watching his delicate and precise craftsmanship with admiration. The words were: Heaven- Earth- Energy- Conceal- Fog- White.

She felt some loss, but she then let him continue what he was doing in such great concentration, and returned to her spot at the back, and continued watching him in action.

Arthur was already familiar with the process he was doing, and finally he finished, leaving one last pole behind. That pole was unique, as it would be the heart of the array. Any array must have a heart, a central pole that would act as the general controller for the whole array.

The more complex the array was, the more hearts it had, and the harder it would be to destroy it. to destroy a trap, you had to destroy the eye, to destroy an array, you have to find that central pole and remove it from the ground.

But Arthur knew, despite how simple it was to break his array, it was kind of impossible for people here to have such a profound knowledge for them. so, he wasn't worried. If he was facing other cultivators or mages with such knowledge, he would have to appoint guards to secure this pole alone.

The central pole needed the same writings as others, but it had to follow each word with the word, Control. That was the reason it was longer than the others. After he finished doing so, all he needed to do was to insert the poles for the first time in the ground, forming the array around the hall was a simple task for him, during which his eyes silently met the eyes of Amelia for a brief moment before continuing what he was doing.

The last pole to insert was the main pole, as he inserted in the most secure place here, in the centre of the whole region, this big house of his.

Once he inserted the central pole in the ground, the whole array was activated for the first time, gathering a pure energy around him, bathing the poles with this energy for a few minutes, while Arthur waited, and Amelia couldn't hold herself, as she moved and came to stand beside him.

"What is this?" she curiously asked, as she didn't know what was happening, but she could already feel the stir in the room energy.

"You will see now," Arthur muttered, as he was trying to analyze the difference between the arrays here and back in his world. He had to admit, the array here had yielded much better results than the arrays he used to make back in the past life.

'It seemed the energy here was left alone, unused, for a long period of time, so its general concentration is already higher than my previous world,' he muttered, as he was busy analyzing the flow of the energy here, not concerned with his array, not bothering to know if it worked or not.

He knew it would work, and so he wasn't interested in watching it, not like Amelia, whose beautiful rounded eyes got widened as she watched the array starting to operate, bringing forth a thick cloud of white fog, completely concealing the whole part of the hall inside the array.

"What is this magic?" she finally overcame her shock, as she asked, bringing him out of his complicated and deep thought, jolting him awake.

"What?" he asked, as he didn't know what she just said.

"I asked you what this magic is. I can't detect or sense anything inside this fog, like it was a real fog," she said, with bright eyes and an amazing mesmerizing face.