The wind billowed around Sylas fiercely, kicking his own hair up as well and separating it at a seam right down his brows, through his forehead, and down toward the back of his skull.
And then, right there in the middle of his forehead, something seemed to be taking shape—a strong, pulsing power of radiant green.
It took the shape of a seed or the tender slope of an almond.
As the wind grew stronger, the pulse of light became less erratic and more controlled, until it solidified like a sparkling emerald gem. It pressed into the center of Sylas' forehead. Or, rather, now that it was truly solid, it became obvious that it had already been.
Gralith watched all of this in silence, seemingly not in very much shock at what was happening.
Rune Spark… it was known as the pinnacle of Rune Mastery. That was something that even Gralith felt was the truth for a very long time.
