Chapter 38 - Chapter 38: Chapter 37 Evolution of Runes (Thanks to the Alliance Leader for the reward!) (1/2)

Chapter 38: Chapter 37 Evolution of Runes (Thanks to the Alliance Leader for the reward!)

Consciousness was shrouded in darkness and chaos; he could see nothing, hear nothing.

Karl was about to sink back into slumber when he suddenly felt the familiar warmth of spirituality returning to him, accompanied by a man’s soul and the spiritual imprint of a purple crucifix rune.

In the dark space, Karl was like a boundless, colossal star while the man’s soul revolved around it like a tiny planet.

Lucius.

He couldn’t help but sigh as he gazed at the bewildered soul of the man and made a promise to it.

“Sleep, in the comfort of a fleeting dream, quietly await the moment of awakening that is yet to come.”

“One day, thou will awaken once more.”

Lucius’s perplexed soul fell into slumber, quietly awaiting the day of its revival.

Karl noticed as Lucius’s spirituality was absorbed by his own soul, the second seal at its deepest core had become significantly loose, signifying that the time to fully unravel it was close at hand.

He quickly realized something momentous.

Nourished by the soul and baptized by the dust of the mortal world, the purple crucifix rune “protect” evolved, changing from a cross shape into a grid-like shape to become a stronger spirit rune “Iron Wall.”

Compared to “protect,” which could only manifest a repelling force momentarily, the user of “Iron Wall” could maintain it indefinitely as long as they remained stationary.

Furthermore, “Iron Wall” had a range of nearly ten meters and could also protect multiple allies and objects that the user was aware of.

“So it is, the soul and the constant shedding of emotional energy in the mortal world can promote the evolution of runes to a new stage.”

He came to a realization and then bestowed the spiritual imprint of the “Iron Wall” spirit rune upon Chris.

Neither Irene nor Byrne’s soul capacity could bear a second spiritual imprint, leaving only young Chris as the recipient of “Iron Wall.”

Yet those who had merely received the blood of the favored clan were unable to secure the spiritual imprint of a rune through such a feeble connection.

Karl observed the predicament of the Nasir townsfolk during his short slumber and through the jar, he saw they were now in a makeshift military camp.

A military camp?

He pondered, unclear about where Irene took the transparent jar.

The next moment, Karl felt the unique essences of two matching components, instinctively becoming exhilarated.

Both now in Irene’s possession, alas, they were merely powerful components of a mysterious rare artifact, devoid of innate spiritual power.

He had reason to believe that the Meyer family held even more such components.

Unfortunately, the Meyer family was a colossus of the enemy Rhea Kingdom, and the Fischer family, with its current ant-like strength, couldn’t possibly shake it.

Inside the temporary camp, soldiers clad in black uniforms patrolled, trained, and worked with discipline; they belonged to the direct forces of Duke Black Iron, tasked with reinforcing Nasir Town and carrying out the search operation.

The Fischers and the other seventy or so people were now in two rather cramped large tents in the temporary camp, waiting with complex emotions for the next steps to be arranged.

Most of them felt a sense of relief, after all, they had been found by their own country’s military rather than falling into enemy hands.

However, Byrne and others who had lost relatives remained filled with unease, restlessness, and worry.

Byrne paced restlessly in the tent, gritting his teeth and getting up from time to time, longing for news of his father but dreading any information about him.

Contradiction, anxiety, restlessness, regret—all these emotions swirled around the depths of his heart.

Soon, a soldier came from outside the tent, surveying the civilians within.

“Which one is Byrne Fischer? The Duke has summoned you.”

“I’m here.”

Byrne instinctively raised his hand, and next to him, Irene, who was cradling Chris, blinked when she saw a purple glow emerge within Chris’s eyes.

The soldier looked toward the source of the voice and nodded: “You, come with me.”