Sylas continued to stare at the blood-written word.
The more he looked at it, the more something bothered him. It wasn't the sophistication of the language itself, nor the ease with which the Vosskarr had slipped their influence into Beacon. Those things were impressive, but not impressive enough. He had dealt with far greater existences already.
Sylas had simply seen too much of the world already. The Vosskarr ruled a galaxy, but that didn't mean much by itself.
From what Sylas could sense, their bloodline wasn't extraordinary enough to justify his reaction. Their Race Grade should only be somewhere around the B-tier, perhaps a little better depending on the purity of the main line. Strong, certainly, but nothing that should have made his thoughts stop like this. There was something else hidden inside their Path.
Sylas slowly traced the bloody word with his eyes again. He had already understood the basic mechanism. Their blood carried their Will, and they used it to concentrate their meaning until their writing could impose itself onto the world.
That was exceptional, but still not enough. Plenty of Races had strange biological methods of interacting with laws. The universe was too large for something like that to be unique. Yet Sylas kept returning to one piece of it, as though his mind refused to let go.
The blood.
Why blood?
The easy answer was Blood Essence. Blood carried lineage, and lineage carried the biological foundation necessary to express their abilities. But that explanation felt incomplete.
If blood were only a convenient medium, the Vosskarr shouldn't have cared so much about using their own. Or, they could have stored Aether, Will, or some other substance instead. There were countless ways to make a Rune brush. Yet their entire Race had evolved around using their own precious Blood Essence.
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