Fedlimid leaned closer to the bookstand. The faint hum of the beastcore grew softer, almost contemplative, as the ghost's presence directed every movement. Beli's words began to illuminate across the page, prompting Fedlimid into action.
"This line first." Fedlimid murmured, repeating Beli's instruction aloud as he carefully pressed the etching tool against the surface. His hand moved with measured precision, guided by Beli's highlighted words.
The rune began to take shape under his steady hand, jagged yet fluid, with a haunting symmetry that seemed to pulse with its own faint light. As the etching deepened, the symbol's glow intensified, as if responding to its completion.
Beli highlighted more words in the book of runes: "This... this is strange. I've been wondering about this for a very long time. It feels... Proper, like it belongs to me."
