A few seconds passed after the huge energy wave hit.
For someone as powerful as Runar, a few seconds felt like an endless amount of time. His mind worked fast. He stayed seated in the empty void, perfectly calm, and kept reading. His special ability, the Eye of Myriad Truths, remained open. Golden-white light poured from it, washing over the barrier and the outer walls of the ruin. More and more symbols appeared under his gaze. Connections between different rules and principles clicked into place, one after another. Small gaps in his understanding quietly filled themselves in.
Still not enough, he thought. But better than nothing. Every layer I figure out now is one less problem I have to deal with later.
