C865 Nayala Totemp in the Middle of the Match

In the backstage of the Rose Theater, the man who rushed back in a hurry was carefully looking at the golden drop of "ink" in his hand.

"How should I use it?"

The man asked the unknown existence in his mind.

Having learned magic, he could feel the powerful power contained in this "ink."

"Write what you want to write."

Hong Zhong Da's voice rang in the man's mind