Radeon watched their faces, ghosts and wraiths alike, knot with confusion, suspicion, pride that had outlived their lungs.
A few grunted complaints, yet they still left him room. A measure of faith, waiting on his next words.
"Did your brains rot with the rest of you?"
Radeon stepped closer and jabbed a finger at the paper.
"Look at the array. Get your faces in it."
The wraiths and ghosts who carried titles like array master, grandmaster, even the so called premier experts, did not rush to contradict him.
The expert ghosts leaned in instead. Claws tapped and scraped at the ground as they copied strokes.
A couple of them tugged at their own balding hair in frustration, like time itself had worn grooves into their memory.
For a moment, Radeon expected their confusion to turn into ignorance. A simple gap. A missing method.
It did not. What they sketched back were runes that made his throat tighten. The lines were clean. Advanced.
