Inside the Throne Room, Raven could be seen sitting on his throne with his chin resting on hand and his legs crossed. His eyes were closed and his breathing was even and rhythmic. One might think that he's sleeping but in truth, he's not.
'...this one's a dead end too.' He murmured inwardly.
He sighed mentally and proceeded to clear-up all the sigils that were formed inside his consciousness, wrapping them up in a single orb. He placed it in the deepest recesses of his mind-space and conjured another bunch of sigils to work on.
It has been four months since him and the rest of the Dawn Council members entered their seclusion.
While the others are still immersed in their own state of enlightenment, Raven on the other hand continued his research.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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