Gossip
The pattern of working on the spatial rune alphabet in the morning and then visiting to train and meditate in the East Grove became Lassim's routine. His cultivation continued to grow, but even writing the designs for the runes became tiresome when his mind was so preoccupied with learning more about the mysterious elemental.
Once more at the East Grove, a week had passed with no sightings. Today was the same as the days before, the storm battering against his meditation pose, and the dense mana in the air pressed down on him like an invisible weight. Rain lashed his exposed skin, cutting through his spiritual pressure like shards of glass. Violet lightning arced across the sky in rapid succession, and the roar of thunder felt closer than ever today, as though it came from within the mana itself.