She stopped in front of a spiraling wall, where lines of ancient runes seemed to shift subtly under the glow of ambient mana. The inscriptions pulsed with a magical energy that made the hairs on her arms stand on end.
"Kael... these runes..." she said, touching one with the tip of her fingers. A chill ran down her spine."They're from the Pre-Arcane Era. Before the foundation of the First Kingdoms. This is… impossible."
Kael, his posture more upright now and color returning to his face, stepped closer. He was currently using the Blessing of the World Tree to regenerate his body. The mana around him clung to his skin like a living extension of himself — every drop, every particle, eager to serve, to heal, to nourish him.
That, of course, had been Umbra's advice — to recover by drawing on the overwhelming abundance of mana in this place.
