The ocean surrounding the small island churned with restless waves as violet runes continued to pulse across the barren ground beneath my feet. The massive teleportation formation stretched across the entire island, its intricate structure slowly taking shape under my control.
Far above the horizon the sky had begun to darken as distant storm clouds gathered over Abor's endless waters.
For several minutes I studied the arrays silently, adjusting a few of the outer runic channels before finally exhaling and straightening.
"That should hold for now."
Through Right to Insight every rune appeared to me as a living structure of relationships and currents, and I followed those lines carefully while guiding the essence that fed them.
Time passed without my noticing.
Another cluster of runes shifted into alignment. The stabilizing anchors were finally holding.
