Suspended in outer space, where there was nothing beneath his feet yet it still felt as if he were standing on solid ground, Christian quietly watched Anastasia, who at some point, had begun inscribing Runes upon Iris's body with calm, meticulous precision.
He stared intently at the markings — each one unique in shape and color — glowing vividly as Anastasia traced them in the air with her luminous finger.
The Runes floated for a moment before drifting onto Iris's form, where they vanished as though absorbed into her being.
Christian focused all his attention on understanding what she was doing.
He could instinctively tell that the way Anastasia handled the Runes was beyond anything he could hope to replicate anytime soon. It was clearer than ever that simply watching her work was a rare opportunity — one he might never get again.
