Sylas pushed his mind as far and as hard as he could. The world had slowed down around him by a factor of dozens, and his new Rune Spark Mastery made drawing Runes feel as though he was painting onto the world directly with his mind.
It was like the world wasn't just responding to flashing images in his thoughts, but the intent behind them as well, the underlying intricacies and subtle meanings that every word, emotion, and expression carried.
It felt like he was communicating to the world in a language far more profound than Ancient Ithkuil, a language far more pronounced and perfect than even Gogo's Ancestors'… and that was because it wasn't a language at all. It came from the heart, the soul, his own personal Spark Seed.
And yet it still wasn't enough. Not even remotely.
There wasn't enough time.
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