"I don't even know what I'm doing."
Marcus laughed under his breath, a dry chuckle escaping as he stood barefoot in the shimmering mist. He wasn't bluffing—but he wasn't empty-handed either.
'Rune creation.'
'Create recommended rune.'
He spoke swiftly in his mind, not even bothering to wait for the system interface to blink into existence. There was no time for hesitation—the scene demanded action, not menus.
A second passed.
Then it responded.
[Rune Created: Anti-Magic Rune (S)]
Marcus's lips curled into a grin, eyes gleaming with quiet confidence. The soft pulse of magic forming in his palm caught the attention of the others nearby.
Victoria tilted her head.
Cynthia blinked, alert.
The Archmage squinted, monocle glinting.
"Did you find something, young man?" the Archmage asked, voice warm with curiosity.
Marcus looked up, flashed a casual thumbs-up, and replied with a smirk.
"Definitely."
