Newcomers II

With a deep breath, Emir drew Aether from within him, letting it flow through his body and towards his outstretched hand.

As the streams of Aether coming from the runes and his hand met, a sudden rush of information flooded his mind.

He could sense the energy of the Arcanists who had created the runes, and the intricate patterns that they had etched into the metal.

Images of the war of humans against monsters that had ravaged the galaxy flashed through his mind, along with a sense of sadness and loss.

A vision of an enigmatic being…. 

No, it was a voice, a voice that exuded godhood flashed in his mind, whispering a few words that he couldn't understand.

But amidst the chaos and confusion presented, there was also hope. 

A vision of a better future that was created by Marcus Aurelius and a message came along with that future.