Hearing the array spirit's words, the presence almost chuckled.
"Restricted?" The Founding Will repeated, amused. "By whom?"
His eyes flashed dangerously.
"Those children dare to decide what knowledge is permitted?" he said with a sharp laugh. "Even their ancestors had not yet learned to crawl when I carved the first array of this place."
The Array Spirit did not argue. It merely recorded the deviation.
The ancient presence drifted a little higher, folding his mist-formed arms as he considered Han Yu again. Elemental affinities alone did not define this disciple. They were merely the surface.
"What of his soul?" the ancient presence asked suddenly. "Surely there are techniques suited for him there. Ones that were never passed down."
There was a pause.
"Reassessing," the Array Spirit replied.
The runes around the Stelae shifted, rearranging themselves as layers of information were peeled back. Time passed differently within the hall and was hard to truly perceive.
