Runar remained seated in the void, the Eye of Myriad Truths fully open. Golden-white light layered with deeper conceptual radiance spilled from the eye and washed across the surface of the ancient barrier. The runes responded slowly, reluctantly, as if they had not been asked to reveal themselves in a very long time.
Layer after layer began to unfold.
He worked with absolute focus. Each stroke of the runes, each interlocking pattern, each fragment of residual intent was dissected, understood, and filed away. The process was not fast. Even with his current computational ability, the complexity forced him to proceed with care. Some sequences refused to open until he adjusted the angle of his perception. Others only revealed their true structure after he cross-referenced them against principles he already carried.
