บท 566: A Blissful Advancing

Kieran froze in shock, not knowing what he should have expected.

His mind had been somewhat empty during the final creative aspects, making him unsure of what he had created. He simply let his experience in stitching a soul together guide his weaving of the rune… and it worked.

Sort of. 

But he didn't have time to review what he had done. Following the execution of that final attempt at rune-work — blood-work, Kieran called it — the Zenith Frequency acknowledged his feat.

[Congratulations, soon-to-be Adept. That last attempt touched upon all of the criteria for a Unique Skill, even pouring a part of yourself into its final moments of creation.]

Kieran nodded somewhat dumbfoundedly.

"Is that what that final instance was?"

[Correct. That is why the Pentacle concluded the way it did. It drew inspiration from your burden. Hence its wrathful presence. Would you like the honors of naming it, or… would you have me do the honors?]