As he focused on the transparent walls, he noticed runes carved onto the surfaces with white ink that blended with the invisible barriers, making them almost impossible to see.
He could feel his Luck tugging faintly, trying to tell him something, but the intuition was weak—barely a whisper. Either his Luck stat was too low to truly guide him, or this was something deeper, something beyond the understanding of common knowledge.
"Ping."
Ash fired a bullet. It bounced harmlessly off the wall and fell to the ground. Not even a white mark remained where it had struck.
He shook his head in disappointment. There was nothing he could do.
Yet, one thought sparked inside him—curiosity. The runic carvings. He had seen similar marks in the prison cells. That confirmed it: some humans were proficient in runes.
He only hoped that learning the runic language wasn't restricted by profession. If only certain classes could study them, he would be at a disadvantage.
