Mutated

The runes were chained in some places, traced in others, warped beyond reason in yet more places. Even though this was the first time he was seeing them so clearly, he was certain that this was the case.

They called out to him, whining and shuddering beneath the foreign interference. And for some reason…

Sylas felt angry.

He knew now that someone tweaked Earth's physical laws every time they failed a Summoning, practically thrusting them back into the Stone Age. It was just that now he was seeing the physical manifestation of that interference.

Even if they passed this Summoning, either now or in the future, would Earth's laws ever be the same again? Or would they be permanently crippled?

Sylas reached out with a shaking hand and cupped a rune in his palm. He could clearly feel what it was about. It embodied the flexibility and flow of wind, not the wind itself, but the simple laws that dictated its movement.

Fluid dynamics.