Chapitre 72: Slaughter(III)

A blood covered figure floated on a platform of ice, overlooking the world as its pupils, bloodier than the blood that coated it, shone with an ethereal light.

The earth beneath Adonis cracked and moved, runes floating about, following his will to arrange themselves into the missing parts of the formation.

Despite the frown that hung on his face, Adonis was as calm as he could be, his mind plunged into a swirl of thoughts.

'The slaughter rune arts.'

'I didn't even know runes could be used like that. I didn't even know you could create entirely new rune languages dedicated to a certain purpose.'

'I didn't even know you could consider it as a language.'

'So that means the runes I see are only Intent runes of different types. I previously thought runes only associated with intent but maybe not. Maybe runes are just a manifested form of expression.'