The silver mass wiggled as Michael touched it. A white tendril emerged from his War Rune. It shot straight into the wiggling silver mass, coiled around it and encased it into a cocoon.
Michael's eyes narrowed because he had never ordered the War Rune to do this, but he didn't use his will to stop the tendrils. Instead, he watched in rapt attention as the tendril as it pulled the cocoon inside the War Rune.
His War Rune began to shimmer brightly and before Michael knew a silver droplet coalesced in the bottom of his War Rune.
"Great. Another change in my War Rune," Michael murmured quietly. He eyed the Mark of Fate for a second before he turned his attention away.
"The Aethyr Artifact doesn't enhance me externally. It doesn't feel like an Artifact either."
