Tian Lei mumbled fondly to himself, "First engraving done… not bad."
He could still feel the faint warmth of the runes branded deep within his soul—subtle yet undeniably alive. This was no ordinary inscription; it was a soul engraving, a feat most mages wouldn't even dare attempt.
Each engraving demanded tremendous foundation. In his case, one engraving required the equivalent of a hundred Arcane Soul Marks—a monstrous threshold by any standard. The reason was simple: engraving wasn't merely recording a spell; it was binding it to the very essence of one's soul, turning thought into instinct and incantation into will.
For ordinary mages, such a process bordered on suicide. Even a slight misalignment could result in soul fracturing or total mana deviation. But for Tian Lei, a Magus King heir, this was just another meticulous process—tedious, dangerous, but familiar.
Still, he understood the trade-off.
Engraving meant permanence.
