Caine's roar echoed through the void, and as his spell finalized, in less than an instant, his hand blurred—moving at speeds too fast to comprehend—as it etched a set of runes into the very fabric of space itself.
The spell was complete.
Caine's True Will crumbled into motes of light and golden runes that sank into the formation below.
The world was silent.
The world was empty.
The world was frozen.
Caine had died. Again.
WHOOOOOOSH!
But as if it didn't matter, the formation below—sensing his death—finally activated, glowing with silver light.
Amethyst flames surged from the intricate formation, consuming Caine's skeletal remains.
His skeleton hovered in the air, suspended within a sea of flames and black and white runes that swirled around him in mesmerizing chaos.
The purpose of the formation was pitifully simple—creation.
What Caine had etched into the ground was the entirety of his knowledge of the aspects.
