A village far off in the north of the main continent, where the aura users are practically nonexistent. The people in the village, were simple commoners, who eat what they grew, with no interactions with the outside world. Every 50 years or so, the village would receive a visitor or two. Other than these occasional visitors, only the baron who controls this land would show up. Even the baron would rarely show, as the village produced only a measly 10 gold every year, with which be insufficient for even a day, in the baron’s life.

An old man, adorning a royal white robe walked towards a small underground cave that was just a kilometer or so from this village. Obviously, it was known that this man wasn’t a resident of this village, from his expensive cloths.

A small flame danced on his index finger, lighting up his path as he walked through the dark cave. In a while he arrived in front of a small chamber. The chamber was filled with countless herbs, portions, and many more rare artifacts. In another corner of the room, there were countless scrolls with over a million inscriptions. The scrolls rested on top of various monster bones and skins.

In the middle of the room, sat a small boy. The boy was no older than 5 years. He had extremely bright white hair, which resembled freshly fallen snow. The boy was tied to the chair, with his head hung down. His eyes were closed.

An old man in the white robe, gently walked in front of the boy, and casually picked up a scroll. The old man, cleared his throat then spoke. “Boy, look up.”

The voice of the old man woke the small boy from his sleep. His eyes stilled closed, his head moved upward. The child was blind. Truly an unfortunate thing, for a child, who will forever be incapable of enjoying the playful nature of colors.

The old man, revealed a malicious grin as he looked at the child, much like how a predator stares down at its prey before hunting it. ‘Hmph, once I complete the ‘Million Inscription Rune’, I’d like to see how that old dog would catch up to me. I will be the greatest ‘Enchanter’ in the world. Countries and even empires will bow before me.’ Thought the old man, letting his desires run wild.

He tossed aside the scroll he picked up. He clasped his hands together, a countless specks of lights started gathering around the old man. A worn out old scroll, barely intact, started appearing in front of the man. The old man, carefully held the scroll, as if he was holding a new born baby. He gently placed the scroll on a stone table.

Once again the old man clasped his hands together and spoke in a humble and noble tone. “Oh mighty ‘Rune God’, guide this on, as he offers a grand tribute. Tribute of a soul holding the ‘Million Inscription Rune’. Grant me thy power and turn my soul into a grimoire for runes. Turn this lowly one into a ‘Rune Master’.”

The small cave started shaking. The rumbling of the skies caused the small underground cave to cave in. Only the old man and the tied up child, were free from harm.

The countless scrolls around the old man, started floating into the air. The characters from the scrolls started to come to life, as the ropes binding the child were disintegrated. The child also slowly floated up, as three black rune rings held the child floating in one place, vertically. The infinite characters from the countless scrolls, started clustering around the child.

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Seeing this the old man exclaimed. “Dear lords, the spell is working! It’s actually working! I’m going to a ‘Rune Master’.” A wide happy grin distorted the old man’s face. His white royal robe blew about wildly in the strong winds.

The infinite characters started sinking into the child body. The characters floating in the air, started to grow smaller and smaller, as they were being sucked into the child’s body.

“ARRRGRGGHHHHHHARRHHHGHG” The child cried out in pain, as his body grew red from intense pain.

The old man suddenly thought. ‘The manual did say that providing a soul with this much more, came with an astronomical amount of pain and suffering.”

The screams of the child were endless. The child was sold to the old man just when he was only a month old. Since then the old man would conduct such experiments on the child. The main reason was that the old man needed this child was that the child was blind. The manual that the old man held, hard a sharp requirement for the spell to succeed. He needed the soul of a blind child.

The rune rings that held the child in place slowly got closer and closer. After about an hour the rumbling of the skies and the shaking of the lands, stopped. The infinite character from the various scrolls, had been completely absorbed by the child. The three rune rings floating around the child, had closed in a great deal. Now they were only an inch away from touching his body. The child’s body was red from pain.

The old man laughed and smiled. This was the happiest he had been in his life. “The heavens truly are great. I’ve finally created a soul with the ‘Million Inscription Rune’.”

He walked towards the child, while smiling. He clasped his hands and spoke. “Oh mighty ‘Rune God’, descend and eat to thy heart’s content, of the small meal this lowly one has prepared.”

The old man, waited for something to happen but nothing. It was dead silent. There was even the slightest sign of a god descending. The old man was dumbfounded.

‘What’s wrong? I did everything correctly. I followed all the steps, and even the incantations were spot on. Why won’t the god descend? Have I made a mistake?’ The old man quickly raced through the old ancient scroll. ‘No such a thing is preposterous. I spent 10 years preparing for this day. I’ve double checked each and every single step. There is no way that I could be wrong.’

Just as the old man was thinking, something was happening to the body of the small child. A blackish golden, rune ring was slowly forming around the forehead of the child.

Noticing this, gave a slight amount of hope to the old man. “Could this be a sign of the god descending?” He pondered.

The completed black-golden rune ring, looked very much like a crown. Suddenly the eyes of the small child flickered open. His eyes were cold and callous. His iris were of dark golden, as countless ancient runic characters kept flashing through them. The flashing finally stopped, forming the symbol of cross. The cross in his dark golden iris was light golden in color, making it stand out.