The Imprint warred against Kieran with its thankless tenacity.
And he put up a decent resistance, but the thing was too frenetic and tireless. Taming this insufferable pattern of brilliance was a losing struggle. It had regained something significant — its energy was dense, inexhaustible, and excessively heavy, making Kieran's control feel flimsy.
The incredible heft of it all weighed down Kieran's mind, especially his Mystic Gate.
The Compendium spat out impressive amounts of mystic essence to continue saturating the boy's mind, but it felt pretty pointless. The Runic Design's rebellion was a war fueled by an unwavering juggernaut — defiant and continuous.
'You've got to be kidding me! Hekaina didn't tell me anything about this.'
Kieran groaned and groused mentally, with his mouth clamped shut in unnerving focus. Grunts of exertion reverberated throughout the empty office, and mystical essence suffused the air.