Sylas stood in the midst of rotating balls of violet energy, his expression unreadable as he scanned through one Stroke after another. The dense confusion in his mind remained heavy.
This was already his third day standing here, and it could be said that the difficulty he was facing was not small. He almost felt like he had made little to no progress at all.
In the end, there was a difference between the Secret Realm's challenge and what he was trying to do here.
In the Secret Realm, he was moving around templates of Runes that already existed, morphing and changing them based on a subtle understanding of them.
But here, he was trying to construct his own Runes. Not just that, but a mesh of them, formed of a complicated net of interlocking E-Grade Runes. The difficulty was orders of magnitude beyond.
