Elder Ming sat with a conflicted expression on his face, while the others moved up to erect the barrier. There were many soldiers guarding in the vicinity. Most of their job would end with the completion of the barrier, but they had an aura of excitement as they watched the runesmith working to make it happen.
It was weird that every one of the soldiers could manipulate energy, and possess supernatural powers of their own, yet they gaped at the glittering runes in the stele as if they were witnessing something magical for the first time. Well, wasn't it for this very reason that he put down his sword and picked up a rune stylus?
Elder Ming stirred in his spot, his old bones weighing more than usual. His eyes were on his daughter—although she complained a lot, she did as Warden asked her to complete the project. The others supported her in the last few preparations to join the shell with the main framework.
"I told you we're late," a new voice said.
