He kept staring at the strange cluster if lines that made no sense to him. Hours passed, his mind exhausted, until it reached a point where it completely shut down from overexertion.
He found himself lost, forgetting even to pull his consciousness out of the crystal. And at that moment, when everything seemed meaningless, a thread of light—faint intuition—guided him. Ash focused on that subtle pull, letting instinct take over.
Slowly, Unimaginably, the chaotic character began to align. Shapes emerged, a pattern formed—not of words, but of meaning. A concept whispered itself into his mind: "Form."
The meaning of the rune was clear, but the essence behind the concept still lingered just beyond his reach.
He felt a faint idea, but nothing solid came to him. He was missing something… just a step away from full comprehension.
Still, it was enough to bring him back to awareness, and he pulled his consciousness out of the Glyph Seed.
Ash took a deep breath, looking around.
