The thin tendrils of light emitted a quiet beauty.
It was hard to produce any color with the light, but it contained a profound hue.
Weed’s hands were dancing in the air.
‘Gather it. Bind it. Spread it. It’s spilling. Expand it. There can’t be any… Mistakes and stuff.’
Weed heightened and expanded his concentration.
This was the first time he was properly exhibiting the art of Moonlight Sculpting.
Aside from accidentally gaining the credentials to use it, It was impossible to actually learn it from leisurely sculpting.
It was a sculpture that utilized completely different techniques from stone or wood carving.
It is a sculpture of light.
Every time he moved his fingers a different color appeared, and it consumed a bit of his mana.
The delicate tuning of Moonlight Sculpting.
Even the color of the light was versatile.
If you make each part of the sculpture, a different color then it changes the overall outcome of the finished product.
The sculpture was made of thousands of different colors easily surpassed the scale of the pyramid!
Although it would become an inconceivably spectacular work, it would become crude without refinement.
Over a couple of days, he had to use his highest level of concentration which was not easy thing to do.
The superior skills of a Sculptor, a Moonlight Sculptor!
When the skill is used continuously, it takes up a lot of mana to maintain it, and even more to add or change it to a different color.
‘My skills are not up to par yet.’
Weed was determined to add different colors.
First he added a bright red color.
‘The color red. Very bold and glamorous.’
The sculpture is now limited to colors that matches with red.
Then from Weed’s fingers, flowed the color of yellow.
Similar to the color red, it was a very challenging color.
The greens, oranges, blues, blacks and purples colors were all changing.
Although there were many different colors, they blended in well.
The clear and spectacular colors that drew one’s attention as though they have been possessed!
The color choices came from Weed’s childhood memories.
‘Crap! Even though I’m looking right at it, I can’t determine the right color.’
It was an effect of being able to use only 8 colors of pastel crayons ever since elementary school, due to his poverty!
It was hard to differentiate one color because of the intangible sense of color.
The colors were always changing.
There weren’t forty-eight colors, nor were there sixty colors.
The color, hue, and contrast led to the gentle change of tens of thousands of colors.
Weed decided to select the color based on his intuition.
‘It won’t be the prettiest color, but the color I’ve chosen.’
There were too many colors, and they were changing quickly.
Whatever color he would picked, he would probably regret it later on, but he would chose the color that touched his heart.
‘It’s done. This is it.’
Finally, Weed chose a mixture of a bright silver color and a noble light blue color.
It was a light that radiated a brilliant silver blue hue.
It was a silver blue that Weed, who only used 8 colors of pastel crayon, could not explain nor comprehend!
It was a much more noble and beautiful color than the light could express.
*Paas!*
The light that was flowing from Weed and piling up until now faded altogether.
The hundreds of the colored lights that were gathered into a large ball dissipated in a moment, and a silver-blue light glowed from Weed’s hand.
It was the start of Moonlight Sculpting.
‘What should I make?’
Weed’s concern faded as soon as he saw the light.
Sculpting was a profession that worked with materials. Depending on the material, some works were restricted.
Since he decided to use Moonlight Sculpting from the beginning, he already had a few ideas in mind.
‘Seoyoon. Although I overused her, if I sculpt her using Moonlight Sculpting, she’d be as beautiful as a Goddess, right?
However, in truth, it was extremely hard to create a person using light. It was hard to capture the beauty, and it was exceptionally difficult to express skin.
He thought it would be a worthy challenge someday, but it was impossible for now.
‘Bingryong or the Wyverns would be fine.’
It would be a refreshing experience to make a sculpture he already made out of light.
However, after seeing the deep light that was spilling out of his hand, Weed changed his mind.
‘Let’s make a sculpture that matches this light.’
Rather than choosing a sculpture that he had already done in the past, he decided to go with a motif that tugged on his heartstrings.
Weed’s hands started to thread the air.