Still standing right in front of the minuscule runes, Remirg Kryptos was still analyzing the otherworldly letters.
The green Prana the room's walls possessed imbued with Air magic were doing their job as perfectly as they could. Even though the surrounding runes, spread throughout the perimeter of the wall, didn't possess any existing or visible connection with the torches themselves, but seemed to do their job perfectly.
The surrounding prana was being well-filtered and what all prana reached the torches were all but pure air magic. Their seamless floating over his head was depicting it all but more clearly.
Though the spell itself was not very much clear to him, reading runes still being a pain in the ass, the underlying principles behind which the spell was cast was quite visible.
