With a sound as if the air was escaping a vacuum, the Divine Spell that Boreas conjured began to lose its energy and the space inside the vault was rapidly shrinking, millions of miles vanishing in every heartbeat, and it was a shame that he could not observe this process better, Rowan felt that there was a mystery here that would reveal itself if only he took the time to observe properly but his time here was rapidly coming to an end and the effect of Boreas' death would be rippling out in no time so he focused on the most difficult part of his task.
Building his forge had taken all of Rowan's theoretical knowledge about the operation of Runes and hundreds of other disciplines to the pinnacle in the universe and with this Nascent Primordial senses and perception, that pinnacle was being pushed forward daily, even if he was consciously not trying to learn.
