She began.
The inscription work was precise and unhurried. Not slow — she was working with the speed of someone who had done this before and knew exactly what was required — but careful in the way of work where a small error could propagate into a large failure. The runes took shape under her hands with the specific quality of things that existed in two registers simultaneously — visible as carved lines in stone and also visible as something else, the magical layer of them present to Satou's enhanced awareness as a faint luminescence that the ordinary eye wouldn't catch.
