Ron took the glowing parchment, carefully unfolding it.
The paper was inked with a complex map in a translucent hue, its lines sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, as if it could rearrange itself anytime due to changes in reality.
The map's edges glimmered faintly, light not from the physical world but traces of some profound magic power etched onto the parchment.
"This... is truly astonishing."
Ron whispered softly, with his fingertips feeling a weak pulse coming from the surface of the map, as if it were a living entity.
Some areas of the map still bore faded bloodstains — likely not simple ink, but the blood of its creator.
This was an ancient and stable marking method that stayed clear despite the interference of abyssal energy.
Ron noticed that the bloodstains retained subtle traces of life energy, still not completely faded even after many years.
"Using blood as a marker is the oldest and most reliable way of abyss mapping." Lady Allen's voice carried a hint of nostalgia.
