Cyrus maintained a composed demeanor, his trust placed in Elara's expertise. The runes, etched onto his back, aligned with the spine, tapping into the innate connection with his nervous system. The process was both mystical and intimate, as each stroke of Elara's finger wove a story of arcane empowerment.
As the last lines of the runes took form, the room settled into a serene quietude. Elara withdrew her finger, the dark purple light fading away. The engravings now adorned Cyrus's back, a manifestation of the mystical bonds forged between them.
"Who did that to you?" Cyrus asked, wiping a drop of sweat from his forehead.
"A cult I used to be a part of. Now, no more questions. I gave you what you want…"
"Yeah, thanks," Cyrus heaved as Elara exited the room, giving him some time to breathe by himself. As his heart rate slowed and the pain of the runes slowly subsided, he concentrated on the markings on his spine and closed his eyes once more.
