Dago sank his mind into the armlet. The space within it was as magnificent and mysterious as ever.
No matter how many times he had seen it, Dago was still deeply shaken every time he entered.
Countless runes were scattered across the starry vault like stars. He had examined them before; they encompassed nearly everything, with almost every type represented, yet there seemed to be no connection between them.
Their only common point was that every rune was closely linked to the enormous rune at the very center, as large as a planet and the true core rune of the armlet.
Together, they formed a whole, like an asteroid belt orbiting a planet, or a galaxy slowly turning along a predetermined path.
"It was clearly still able to answer my call the last time I tried."
The last time Dago referred to was when he had faced pursuit by a Fourth-Circle Wizard from the Revival Society in Greg Town.
At the time, the power of his Miracle: Despair Red Ice had been rendered unusable by the restraint of the Phoenix Bloodline. The only power he could rely on had been that of Isidore's Law Wielder Armlet.
Although he had not ultimately borrowed that power, when he had tried to cast Miracle: Black Hole, he had indeed received a clear and reliable response from the armlet.
Yet ever since then, the armlet had seemed to have "died." No matter how Dago tried, he could not pry even a trace of power from it.
"Where does the problem lie?"
Dago fell into deep thought.
His current mental power, as well as his understanding of the core rune within the armlet, far surpassed what they had been before. Logically speaking, it should have been easier for him to wield the armlet's power.
"Could