The ancient runes carved into the foundation of St. Celeste reacted to the Umbral energy Raziel had poured.
He received the information from the glowing walls as physical sensations hitting his brain.
It belonged to a master Inscriptor standing in this exact room five hundred years ago.
A spike of terror slammed into his chest next, bringing the panic of a young novice hiding during the violent fall of the Ancient Pantheon.
Finally, a surge of divine rage flooded his senses, projecting the fury of a forgotten god watching their sacred temple being profaned and built over.
Raziel staggered backward and grabbed the edge of the table to keep his balance while the foreign emotions ripped through his head.
St. Celeste had a memory, and the runes functioned as its literal language.
[SYSTEM ALERT: ANCIENT DATA NODE ACCESSED]
[ANALYSIS: THE ACADEMY OF ST. CELESTE IS BUILT UPON A PRIMARY NODE OF THE PRIMORDIAL PANTHEON.]
