"I've received no training about Runesmithing, but I've found enough relics to use as learning tools. My only problem is that I've no access to modern runes so…"
Sedra couldn't understand how so many powerful creatures could favor weaklings rather than their own flesh and blood. He was young, but he had already witnessed several of his siblings and friends die.
All because their parents, the very same people who had given them life had refused to give them the knowledge that was rightfully theirs. In his eyes, the source of the Awakened's decline wasn't due to the progress made by fake mages.
He believed that the old fossils who had power clung to it and refused to share their knowledge with the young because they were afraid to lose their privileged position.
"I won't stand being ignored!" Sedra roared, stomping his foot toward his mother.
Faluel's eyes burned with power as she said:
