Indeed, a Blessed had fallen still.
That one last glimmer of light faded out of the cell.
Only to be caught by Ignotus, who now sat cross-legged before his mentor.
His long white hair hung behind him, and his empty mask stared forward.
It was a beautifully haunting scene.
One where his eyes glowed through the two slits as he felt a surge of Divine resonance rolling through his chest, trembling along his spine, like a heartbeat not of his own.
A Rune, born from death.
Between them, that 'light' condensed.
The Rune took shape, its center alive with spinning symbols.
At first, it was just Arcane geometry, but it slowly shifted.
The drawing became clear.
A chameleon's head.
Stylized, yes, but unmistakable.
"…chameleon?"
Ignotus blinked a few times.
"I didn't expect that."
Around it, Arcane shimmered:
—
{ᛑᛂᚴᛂᛪᛈᛚ ᛑᛂᛈᚪᛋᚾᛟᚬ}
—
He tilted his head.
"'Living Ligature,' huh?"
'Just what did he choose for me?'
Ignotus didn't wait too long to find out.
