Staring at the shield intensely to prevent it from disappearing, he began to tap into the core of his soul, bringing up energy to feed his magical sight. Blinking several times as he fed a tiny portion of djed into his eyes, he opened his eyes to see the aura of the shield, and the magnificence of it amazed him.
This shield was formed with highly dense djed, and if his physical vision could already see a highly detailed version of the djed, his enhanced sight could detect even more detailed information. In fact, there was so much information that he could not possible process all on time before the shield disappeared or before he slipped into overgiving. Instead, he had to be content with analyzing the outcome of the shields to ensure that his tasking had succeeded, and upon confirming it for the other two portions of the shields he cut the flow of djed to his eyes, shutting down his access to auristics.
Even as he did so, he began to feel a chill within his bones, and he was not sure if it was due to overgiving or if it was due to something else. Either way, his shield began flickering from this diversion of concentration, and he heard a noticeable thud in the direction that came from where he placed his jar of soulmist.
Glancing up sharply, he stepped up quickly, the shield disappearing along with the glyphs evaporating into thin air as his arm became clear from the temporary tattoo that was the ink. He half-jogged to that area between the shelves, and found the jar lying by its side, balanced precariously on the edge of the ledge. The lid was on the floor, and the soulmist within was no longer there.
He grabbed the jar before it dropped and crashed on to the ground, and screwed the lid on, using his other hand to rearrange the books on the shelves more neatly as they had been slightly messed about the last time he saw them.
This shield was formed with highly dense djed, and if his physical vision could already see a highly detailed version of the djed, his enhanced sight could detect even more detailed information. In fact, there was so much information that he could not possible process all on time before the shield disappeared or before he slipped into overgiving. Instead, he had to be content with analyzing the outcome of the shields to ensure that his tasking had succeeded, and upon confirming it for the other two portions of the shields he cut the flow of djed to his eyes, shutting down his access to auristics.
Even as he did so, he began to feel a chill within his bones, and he was not sure if it was due to overgiving or if it was due to something else. Either way, his shield began flickering from this diversion of concentration, and he heard a noticeable thud in the direction that came from where he placed his jar of soulmist.
Glancing up sharply, he stepped up quickly, the shield disappearing along with the glyphs evaporating into thin air as his arm became clear from the temporary tattoo that was the ink. He half-jogged to that area between the shelves, and found the jar lying by its side, balanced precariously on the edge of the ledge. The lid was on the floor, and the soulmist within was no longer there.
He grabbed the jar before it dropped and crashed on to the ground, and screwed the lid on, using his other hand to rearrange the books on the shelves more neatly as they had been slightly messed about the last time he saw them.