His inscribing paint prepared, bought in fact specifically for this purpose, Clyde set out drawing more barrier Glyphs. They where similar to the ones done on the prior piece of parchment, but not quite the same. After all, Clyde had done the previous one randomly, letting chaos guide him, not giving it any direction but to spread out to the four corners of the parchment.
This however would be a bit trickier, since the chest was not a flat surface, at least not a single flat surface. Instead, it was six flat surfaces. The bottom, the four sides, and the top of the chest... In fact, it was more like ten surfaces, since there was a lip, and part of the four walls existed as part of the lid, meaning it only truly had six sides when the chest was closed. So he needed to match up the Glyphs so that they would work together when the chest was closed, but still fill in the entire space. He also needed to leave space for the trigger.
It was this that made Clyde decide to start with the trigger on the bottom, and then spread out and upward around the chest as he went. It seemed the simplest way to go about it.
Clyde did his normal triangle trigger shape, letting it come into contact with where the barriers would sprout forth, and then wrote out the trigger phrase.
Activate this trigger and deactivate the connected barriers upon any of the triggers of the first series of triggers on a scroll within this chest being activated.
It was specific, yet slightly vague, just vague enough to allow for other scrolls to activate the effect if inside of the chest, but specific enough to do so only upon when he wanted it to... In this case, a trigger from the first series of triggers being activated... Which on another scroll would be any of the triggers, since most only had one series of triggers, or one trigger period. On his selected scroll however, it would mean his specific series of triggers of his choosing.
With that done, Clyde added three more triangles as trigger glyphs, one on the left and right end, and one on the bottom. In this way all four sides where covered, and he could use this trigger as the root of the sigil. Then he could spread out vine like in all directions.
With the slow parts done, Clyde began to do his Glyphing much faster once more, painting on the lines and curves and Glyphs throughout the inside of the chest. Each of the triangles would have a single line sprouting out of it, but each spread and forked in varying ways.
One forked into two, another three, another forked but immediately had a row curl up and die, twisting in upon itself to a tightening curl. The edges of the chest where the trickiest, even more so when dealing with a corner where two edges met. Clyde solves this by making a dot on the crack, and then going toward the dot from each side. Once that was done, he could stretch out the line in each way, making it meet back up with other parts, and then in the other way spreading out further.
Similar to the last one, he finished up by adding in a few dabs and bits, a fork here where a empty weak spot existed, a curling crushing spiral, a few loops to through off anyone trying to follow. He even once had a line fork in mid loop, cutting off in two intersecting yet not overlapping directions.
The final product was hard to follow by ones eyes alone, and was filled with so much detail a viewer would often accidentally skip over to another line, and lose their train of motion.
It was a masterpiece of chaos and confusion, it was art, it was Glyphing, and yet it all held a cold logic to it, in purpose and intent if nothing else. It was interesting to say the least, perverting something that was normally so straightforward and logical, Glyphing, by using confusion and chaos to draw it out. No planning, no overarching design... Perfect really for what he had in mind, a weapon, a instrument, whose purpose was chaos and confusion and destruction.
Going into his things, Clyde took out his masterfully created scroll, and after giving the paint time to dry, set it inside of the chest, closing the lid on it. Picking it up had left a tingle on his spine, which had dwindled away as he dropped the scroll. As he snapped the chest shut, he eyed the chest, ready once more to use his auristical sight, to test his work.