บท 319: Solid Foundation

Lassim reopened his eyes, staring blankly at array paper in front of him lit by the outside storm's shifting bolts of lightning that cast fleeting patterns across it.

"The language of runes needs to be clearly separated. Space isn't like lightning or water," he spoke lightly under his breath, leaning back in his chair. He rubbed his temples.

"It's easier to channel elements like lightning or water into symbols—they are tangible forces that you can feel and observe and have an already established language that us Spirit Warriors have built up, and been taught, by the gods over multiple millennia. Space is a different beast entirely, though."