"Forget it," he muttered sourly. "Speculating endlessly won't change reality. It is what it is."
Giving the fractured rune one last bitter glance, Orion slowly drifted onward, suppressing his lingering irritation. He moved gently forward, seeking solace in examining the runes of Fire Dragon Breath and Thunder Dragon Breath—his foundational draconic abilities.
When he finally arrived, Orion's tense anticipation quickly shifted into soft optimism. Both runes, while visibly cracked, showed promising signs of gradual restoration.
Gentle streams of energy flowed continuously into their surfaces, mending the cracks slowly yet steadily. They pulsated softly, clearly benefiting from Orion's ongoing evolution.
A quiet breath of relief escaped Orion. "At least these runes seem to be healing together with my evolution," he murmured thankfully, carefully observing the process. "They should emerge stronger after this is all over."
