Chapter 634: Scorpion Warlord Language

Chapter 634: Scorpion Warlord Language



The man didn't comment on anything in particular, instead beginning to speak about the Stroke, confusing Sylas somewhat.

"This Stroke is known as Kru."

Without missing a beat, he drew another line. This one was shorter than the first, and it was more vertical. Though, probably more accurately described as slanted.

"This Stroke is known as Zin... This is Vak... This is Tho... This is Gri... Shu... Dro... Mak... Tzu... Fen..."

Seemingly understanding what kind of student he was dealing with, the man's sleeve of darkness waved about faster as Sylas almost robotically copied his actions.

Every Stroke Sylas drew was the exact same as the man's, and they could have been perfect mirror images of one another if not for the fact they were even more perfect than that, being one to one comparisons.

After drawing the tenth and last Stroke, Sylas felt the characters on his page come alive. It was like they were whispering to him, and the man, who had been about to speak once more, stopped, watching Sylas in silence.

The man realized that Sylas could already feel it.

There were thousands upon thousands of Strokes. However, compared to the number of Runes in the world, this number was miniscule.

This seemed to make sense. After all, there were only a few dozen letters in an alphabet, but how many words could they form?

The trouble here, though, was that there still weren't a mere several thousand Strokes in existence. It could even be said that the number of Strokes was just as infinite as the number of Runes.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

That was because even the same stroke could have a completely different meaning depending on the intent behind it. Much the same way an inflection could change the meaning of a word entirely in a complex language, so too could a flare of Will change the meaning of a Stroke.

The eye, still watching from a distance, felt that maybe it should check to see if the systems here were faulty after all these years. But something in his intuition was telling him that there was truly nothing wrong with it.

Sylas was just that difficult to fathom.

'Just what level is his Rune Mastery at?'

This was the first time the eye asked this question to itself. The world here was designed for a newbie to enter. According to the restrictions, they couldn't be more than 50 years old.

This was the usual threshold chosen for existences. This was because if one reached the E- Grade before 50 years old, aging would basically stop for a while.

More aggressive Inheritances designed for the F-Grade would be even more draconian with their limits. But Rune Masters tended to be more forgiving because the Profession was simply too difficult.

However, someone younger than 50, at best they could have grasped Rune Flesh, right?

'Even if he was from that Race, at best it should be Rune Soul... but... this feels like it's beyond that... he can't possibly have Rune Essence Mastery already, right?'

As the eye was lost in thought, Sylas appeared at a kneeling table once more with the same man across from him, and the same sheets of paper and calligraphy brushes.

The man only seemed surprised by Sylas' speed for a moment before he pulled out the brush and began to draw. His wrist hardly moved at all as his arm swung vigorously. Every stroke was filled with a sharpness and conviction that pierced down to the soul.

SHU! SHU! SHU!

The man came to a stop, a Foundation appearing before them.

Sylas recognized it. The first layer of the Scorpion Warlord statue had 100 total Runes, each of which had 20 or so Foundations. This was the one Foundation found in all of them.

Without understanding this Foundation, you couldn't grasp this Inheritance at all.