Duke's spiritual power probes into the disk, slowly traversing along those patterns, sensing their depth, width, and direction.
Deep within the patterns, energy faintly flows.
It's not a single attribute energy, but multiple elements intertwined together, like tangled threads, indistinguishable in start and end.
Yet the shape of those patterns reminds him of something.
His gaze slowly moves along a pattern.
The edges of that pattern have fine serrations, resembling flames.
The serrations vary in size, arranged irregularly, but every seven serrations form a group, separated by a very thin horizontal line between groups.
Duke stands upright, steps back, and looks at the entire disk.
In his mind, fragments of those patterns begin to connect.
"This is a lock." Duke's gaze remains fixed on the disk, "Not a physical lock, but an elemental lock. Specific elemental energy needs to be guided to specific positions to unlock the seal."
