Ruger glanced at the fellow at the bottom of the pit and cast Scorching Wings, this time attaching them to his Nightmare Wings for their most powerful form. With a shift of his body, he shot away at full speed.
Sensing the spell fluctuations, the fellow at the bottom of the pit even turned and waved goodbye to him.
An interesting fellow.
Ruger flew on, tall, strange trees flashing past him. He needed no destination; he only wanted some peace and solitude to study this incomplete world rune.
A specialty of a newborn world.
The first gift this world, which scattered seeds and invaded so brazenly, had brought them.
Ruger looked forward to seeing what would happen when this Small World, serving as a passage and a platform for invasion, matured, and those truly powerful Invaders descended to face the Supreme Council.
Once he was far from the site of the earlier conflict, he found a suitable fork in a tree and sat down.
The incomplete world rune had already drifted close to the Fireball Spell. Floating hazily about, it possessed a peculiar beauty.
Ruger did not rush to manipulate it. Instead, he calmly observed the path of its drifting movements. Clearly, the spell models related to fire attracted it more, almost as though worlds were communicating. World runes were also unique products of worlds, a way of expressing a particular aspect of a world. This was only a rudimentary understanding, for as he faced this incomplete world rune and sensed it, he felt something akin to the special communion with the world achieved through spell models.
As he had judged earlier, its incompleteness stemmed from the world itself.
The incomplete world rune had merely happened to fall upon that Emberfolk. That did not mean he could keep hunting down