Vikram, however, remained strangely calm.
He did not cheer. He did not rush forward.
In truth… he was simply confused.
All of this felt too sudden.
The violent pillar of light… the trembling ruins… the awakening runes…
And yet his system rewards had not even been fully displayed.
He could only stand there in the drifting snow, watching silently.
The mysterious pillar of light continued to pour down like a celestial river, its gray-silver glow bathing the frozen ruins in an eerie radiance.
It was neither warm nor cold.
But the energy inside it felt ancient…
primordial… almost alive.
Vikram could clearly sense it.
It was as if some forgotten existence, buried beneath layers of time, was slowly opening its eyes.
Inside the dim Wolf Spirit Ruins, the carved runes suddenly began to move.
Not metaphorically.
They literally flowed.
Ancient symbols slid across cracked stone walls like streams of liquid light, circling the descending pillar in rapid spirals.
