Into The Storm

Two weeks passed in a steady rhythm of discipline. Each day followed a predictable cycle: hours spent cultivating in the Natural Lightning Nexus, refining his fused mana and honing the strength and power density of his inner heart world, followed by sessions inside a rented training hall where Lassim worked tirelessly on the spatial rune alphabet.

The rented hall had proven invaluable for his experiments. Its reinforced arrays and protective wards ensured he could test designs without risking another catastrophic incident like the one in his quarters. He'd been able to design and create at least three additional letters in this two week time span, slowly whittling away at the long, initial, list he'd developed for what he believed he'd need for the teleportation device project.