Axel’s jaw hung loose as he stared at the abilities of the mask in pleasant surprise. It was an artifact equivalent to the 5th tier, as it could hide his true identity from anyone below the 6th phase.
He was already thinking about making a mask for himself. Sothing that could hide his identity was necessary at this point. To forward his various goals, as he would have to deploy his demonic powers in specific scenarios.
He took off the mask and looked at it; its appearance had changed to that of a lifelike undead skull, for he willed it to be so.
Putting it inside his space tool with a ntal command, he looked around even more, for even with his runic eyes, he couldn’t attempt to understand or see through the depth of runes that truly operated the chamber at large.
And there was a large shelf-like compartnt, filled with various knowledge of runes. Multiple rows, each filled with several types of advanced data about runic sorcery as a whole. But there was one particular unnad book that seed to grab his attention more than anything, as it was almost pulling him in.
The mont his fingers touched the unnad book, a flicker of spark traveled to his soul space, not the soul sanctum. A vision of that space that he was denied access to, since returning from the trial world, flashed through his eyes.
He saw his soul, in the form of a blazing red sun, and the massive, unrecognizable Golden Nexus rune symbol placed atop it. The sa insignia was marred on the back of his hand, but now invisible unless he chose to make it appear.
He had the urge to squint his eyes; the golden Nexus rune had once been pristine, untouched by the reddish hue of the sun all around. But now there was indeed a reddish, ominous hue to that golden character.
His eyes then moved to the boundless, multi-dinsional, complex polygon rune circles stacked on top of each other. From inward to outward, becoming more and more complicated, all of it connecting like a symtrical spiderweb, so compounding, it looked almost like a tangled ss... but it was, in fact, anything but chaotic.
Because a spiderweb from afar may seem disorderly, but if you analyze it close enough, what you will see is a masterpiece of symtry hidden in plain sight.
That impossibly complex set of rune circles was now dormant; their golden color was no more, and only an antique bronze hue remained on the golden nodes. There were white threads of connection between each node of the simple, complex, and compound runes, which were, in fact, created by the existence of the supre ditation technique, which he won in the tower competition of the trial world.
That ditation technique beca completely useless once he returned to this world. The very format of the runic sorcery of the two worlds differed significantly, and no single thodology of that technique could be used here.
Yet, now those white threads lit up, brighter than ever, responding to the book in his hands. The last words of his grandfather echoed in his mind. The gift Damien left behind? Was it this book? His consciousness was thrown out of the soul space.
His eyes opened, and the book he held in his hand slowly crumbled... turning to ashes, as a particular set of information was registered in his mind.
The primary fragnt of the runic ditation technique, sothing that suited the frawork of the runic sorcery of the Eldarion continent.
A wide grin reached his face, without even realizing it. What a prize it was, this alone could change so many things.
The strength he could exert as a runecaster could increase exponentially. Once he managed to make use of this. However, much work remained before attempting to implent it in his soul sanctum.
The very reason the power fraworks of the two worlds were so different was that the changes to oneself were reflected in the soul space within the trial world. But within Eldarion, the conduit of progress within a seeker was mirrored by the much more sophisticated construct of the soul sanctum.
And every soul sanctum had no exact copy of it; the sa went for both the primary and secondary aspect chambers within it. There could be certain similarities in the aspect chambers between two people who possess the sa aspects, but never the sa ones.
Very much like the unique existence of a person’s DNA, a fingerprint, and the soul itself.
Which is why the ditation technique needed to be studied, analyzed, and modified for his own needs, and only then could he take the following steps.
With a sigh, he put this matter at the back of his head.
Focusing on the other corner of the massive rune chamber, expanded by spatial magic or runes, he wasn’t sure of it completely.
He walked in asured steps, crossing the line of runes that separated the two major sections. As expected....
This was the forgery, but there was sothing different about it. It wasn’t the usual forgery he was used to; everything was there, yet the thod of using it was probably different.
Only then did he rember that Damien Nomrad was a Runic Sage. A magic branch specialist with both aspects working on magic, and it had to be noted that the forging part of the crafting process for any tools was mainly non-magical.
Yet the old legend found a way to imitate the physical forging through magic. Of course, there also existed sothing called magical forging, as it used magic much more intimately for the forging, the popular thod among the pure mages.
But that thod could still never produce a true-forged tool, but this smithy here, probably could...Damien Nomrad could.
Unfortunately, Axel wasn’t a pure mage. His forging thod was, as usual, through pure physical efforts. So, this forge needed a little remodeling, with this being added to his task list. His eyes flashed in delight at another gift left by the old runecaster.
A massive, long shelf, made of the sa black stone-like impenetrable material. Rows and rows of countless rare solid-state materials in imnse quantities, all the way up to Archon grade tier-4.
Just the value of the materials for this shelf alone could exceed the combined worth of multiple wealthy 2nd-grade organizations.
As another heavy load just ca off his chest, tier-3 materials were still sothing that could have been procured in large quantities without raising suspicions. But tier-4 materials were just too rare and heavily monitored.
Axel’s gaze sharpened like a hawk. Now he could start progressing on his runecaster aspect again, without worrying about materials or the fear of wasting too much on them, as it was an arduous process of success and failure. Too much material is often wasted while learning to engrave new runes and improving upon them.
But that problem was no more.
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