Chapter 111: His New Alphabet

Raziel locked the door to his room opening the Fundamentals of Runic Inscription to read the first three Chapters.

He needed a viable weapon for the Quintile Tournament.

So he dedicated his entire focus to understanding the mechanics of the Scribe class.

The text explained the theory, detailing how Runes functioned as a literal magical language.

Every drawn line held a specific meaning.

One symbol dictated the kinetic force.

Another established the physical direction

A third managed the duration of the spell

And the final mark defined the elemental nature of the magic.

A trained Scribe combined these individual symbols into complex phrases to generate physical effects in the real world.

Allowing advanced users to create explosive traps, summon temporary hard-light shields, or modify the terrain of a battlefield.

Raziel dipped a standard quill into a pot of black ink, channeled a tiny fraction of his mana into his fingertips.

FZZT!

The ink evaporated leaving a smoking hole in the center of the page.

Raziel tossed the ruined sheet and grabbed a fresh piece of paper, realizing his current spiritual architecture completely rejected the methods.

True Inscriptors possessed a natural sensitivity to mana, allowing them to weave energy into delicate patterns.

Raziel’s Umbral Paragon core consisted of pure chaotic force with hyper-perception.

Forcing that energy through the standard Rune proved impossible and just caused the materials to combust.

Raziel needed a different approach to bypass the rejection.

He closed his eyes and pulled the energy directly from the fused core in his chest to the tip of his right index finger.

A drop of dense gold energy laced with black veins formed on his skin.

He abandoned the quill and the ink entirely.

The wood absorbed the energy without catching fire, and the Rune stabilized on the surface.

Raziel held his breath, drawing the horizontal cross for Containment and finishing the shape with the circular border for Duration.

He pulled his finger away and the symbol remained on the desk.

Standard Runes remained looking exactly like carved light, but Raziel’s creation operated differently.

The black veins inside the gold geometric lines pulsed, moving through the shape.

[NEW GIFT DETECTED IN DEVELOPMENT: RUNIC INSCRIPTION (UMBRAL VARIANT)]

[NOTE: THIS VARIANT IS UNREGISTERED IN THE ECCLESIASTICAL TAXONOMY.]

[ANALYSIS: STANDARD RUNES ARE STATIC. YOUR RUNES ARE… ORGANIC.]

The Rune actually had a pulse.

He wiped his bare hand over the desk to cancel the mana flow, watching the geometric shape dissolve into black smoke and fade into the air.

He had the fundamental mechanics down, so turned the pages of the thick book to find the diagram for a basic Seal of Silence.

It was a level-one inscription used by academy Scribes to quiet reading rooms, requiring a sequence of six specific symbols to function.

Raziel memorized the six symbols, raised his glowing index finger to the stone wall next to his bed, and started drawing the phrase.

He completed the first line for Area of Effect

and the second mark for Containment, reaching the third curve representing Sound Suppression.

His focus slipped for a second, causing the gold and black energy to spike.

POP!

The half-finished Rune shattered, sending a painful kinetic shockwave up his arm and numbing his fingers.

Raziel shook out his hand to regain feeling, and started over.

He drew the first three symbols successfully, but the energy destabilized and dissolved the entire structure at the fourth symbol.

He tried a third time, failing at the second mark when the Umbral mana overpowered the geometric borders.

He repeated the exact same process twenty more times over the next three hours.

He failed every single attempt, accumulating a headache from the constant magical feedback.

The Umbral energy proved too hostile to stay confined in the tight geometric shapes for more than a few seconds, actively fighting his attempts to structure it.

Raziel slammed his fist against the wooden desk.

THUD!

He felt no genuine emotional anger or frustration regarding the failure.

The parasite in his chest pulsed in response to the repeated failures, sharing his irritation and throbbing against his ribs with a demanding hunger.

Raziel stopped moving and looked down at his own chest, piecing the logic together.

“Are you frustrated too?”

Raziel asked speaking directly to the parasite for the very first time since the fusion.

The entity provided no verbal response and sent no whispers into his mind, just vibrating heavily in his core to confirm the interaction.

Raziel realized the parasite fed exclusively on negative emotions and required aggressive intent to function properly, meaning drawing passive, peaceful runes went against its nature.

“So you need me to be angry,” Raziel whispered. “I can do that.”

He stopped focusing on the geometric precision of the symbols and focused entirely on the pure hostility he carried.

He thought about Father Marius sending him to die at St. Sophia.

Zion slaughtering thousands of people.

And the Exarch planning to use him as a tracking dog for the Heart of the Forge.

The gold and black energy flared, growing aggressive on his skin.

Raziel slashed his finger across the wall, drawing all six symbols of the Seal of Silence in one fluid, violent motion fueled entirely by negative intent.

He pulled his hand back and waited.

The rune glowed brightly against the gray stone actively feeding on the hostility he had poured.

Three seconds passed.

Then five.

Then ten.

The Rune stabilized on the wall.

The ambient noise in the room vanished, creating a perfect two-meter sphere of dead silence around the seal.

The wind rattling the window glass became totally muted, and the creaking of the old wooden floorboards stopped registering in his ears.

It was a pathetic range compared to a real Inscriptor who could silence an entire cathedral for days, but Raziel had successfully created a functioning Gift to present at the tournament.

Dawn light filtered through the narrow window.

A sharp knock vibrated the door. Raziel walked over and pulled the door open.

Lara stood in the hallway wearing her dark novice robes.

She had exhausted, sunken eyes from constantly managing her empathic gift, stepping into the room and stopping immediately.

Her gaze locked onto the glowing gold and black seal on the wall, and her posture stiffened.

“That is an abnormal Rune,” Lara whispered.

“How do you know?”

Lara pointed a shaking finger directly at the wall. “Because standard Runes do not look back at me.”

Raziel turned his head sharply toward the seal.

The black veins of the Umbral energy had gathered in the exact center of the geometric lines, clumping together to form a highly detailed, tiny black eye.

As Lara shifted her weight nervously near the door, the tiny black eye physically rotated within the gold lines, actively tracking her movements.

Raziel had not drawn an eye in the original sequence, so the parasite had added the biological feature without his permission to monitor the environment.

’Runes with active consciousness? What the hell was I creating?’

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