This world was truly a cruel one.
It had been a while since the last time Sylas had thought that. At the start of his journey, it felt like even if he did everything as right as he could, something would inevitably go wrong.
There were too many things to account for, too many ways things could go awry. This world was too large, and it was impossible even for someone familiar with it to be ready for everything.
Maybe even the likes of Gralith never thought that he would run into a Rune Spark Master on a little Summoning World. Whoever was backing the destruction of Earth certainly never thought that they would be so close to failing. And Sylas… never thought that after completing such a feat of undisguised genius, he would end up dying like this.
It was too ridiculous.
Who else could translate an ancient language into a new one, distilling its meaning into a novel-length format, and then convert it all into the complexities of just a single Rune?
