After taking a shower, Lian dressed and sat at the chair. In front of him was a desk with various papers scribbled with strange shapes.
Since becoming a Mage, Lian had done nothing but draw geometric shapes. He dreamed of them at night, drew them during the day, and practiced with them.
"This all makes no sense!" Between one circle and another, Lian carefully recalled what had happened.
Master Corvan had sent him away, saying it was time to relax and that he needed to take things slowly. After a failure, in fact, the likelihood of the next creation resulting in another failure was greater.
"But I want to continue with rune creation… damn Corvan! Since when did he become my master?" The circle drawn by Lian reflected his mood. Crooked, deformed, and with spikes everywhere.
Knock Knock—
Just as he was about to continue cursing, someone knocked on his door.
"Lian, it is I, Rick!"
