Midnight, atop the North-West Runic wall, Tower 27, Yomi.
Pulling the coat more closely, Yomi walked slowly along the wide walkway of the ridiculously large wall. At every half a kilometer, she came across men of her guild holding onto the metal runic weapons Sanctuary had given them. A person can only use the weapon assigned to them and none other, they said. And it was true.
Each weapon recognized the first person who channeled mana inside as its owner. Even Yomi had a handy, cool metal piece strapped to her waist. But the thing was, the mana it had inside could only last for a dozen activations. That will never be enough.
'Why would the greatest rune smith to ever live not make good weapons for his own people?'
