Angele kept turning the pages.
The communication runes from the wizards of Elemental Hand and some apprentices were also in the book. Most of the runes in the second half of the book were from the wizards of the west coast.
Suddenly, his finger slowly stopped at a while glowing rune—it was Nancy’s communication rune.
The rune looked like a white rose but its light was fading away, it seemed like the owner of the rune was dying.
Angele checked the glow of the rune carefully.
‘The glow… She still tried to become a formal wizard but she failed several more times.’ Her potential and life energy were probably wasted during the procedure.
Angele looked at the communication rune. He could see that the beautiful girl was slowly turning into an old woman with wrinkles all over her face.
‘It’s her own choice. I already did what I can.’ Angele shook his head and started checking the other communication runes.
