The staff of the scenic spot used a loudspeaker to repeatedly broadcast the missing child's details.
An idea struck me. It was a perfect chance to showcase my abilities.
I pulled out a sheet of yellow paper, the kind always tucked away by members of the Eldritch Runes.
Ensuring it was visible, I gently guided the situation.
"I'm going to craft runes now to help this mother find her daughter. If I succeed, will you follow me?"
No sooner had I spoken than a chorus of responses flooded the comment.
One fan, going by the moniker "Crazy Scholar," made a bold proclamation. Crazy Scholar: [Quit the theatrics. Craft the runes now! If you help find that kid, I'll get all 66 members of my family to follow you!]
Noticing the impatience brewing among the viewers, I flicked my hand with a casual air. Instantly, a mystical pen dipped in cinnabar materialized.
At that moment, the pen tip danced like a wild horse freed from its reins.
With just one fluid stroke, a tracking rune came to life on the paper.
Driven by urgency to locate the child, I brushed past the flurry of exclamations in the comments and made a beeline for the woman in the black dress, who collapsed on the ground.