Each of the runes James completed radiated with bright Waltraud Lights.

Eventually, a dense network of lights formed from these overlapping and intersecting with the lights from the Xwem Chessboard.

Zbynek and Lilibeth had stopped yelling at some point. Instead, they watched James with wide eyes.

“What... What is he drawing?” Zbynek stuttered.

“Those seem to be the Skender Runes.” Lilibeth’s eyes were glued to the runes.

“That fellow is no ordinary cultivator. He possesses the Wuia Palace’s