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Set the morning after the second mass dream

Skill: Ranger

Amon woke with a start, the fur on his spine rippling for a moment as he got his barings again.

This wasn't the first weird dream he's had, though given how it seemed to play out like it was supposed to immediately follow the last weird one he had..This wasn't a curse thing. This wasn't past memories he'd long forgotten coming to haunt him, these were visions.

Nothing he can really do about it though, besides go about his day.

Patrols wait for no one, so the man slipped out of his den and stretched, before ruffling his fur and heading out. Through the trees, the paths he's worn down by now in the year and a half they've been here, ears perked and eyes scanning the distance while thoughts of the silly little runes danced in his head.

Rune Discovery:  「 Failure 」 Amon

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As thoughts and curiosities of runes dance in your head, you fail to notice any type of physical or spiritual pull. It is just you and the normal nature of Mythris, there is no magic trail nor trace of a voice guiding you internally. You can’t help but wonder if you’re doing this correctly… Actually, was there even a correct way to do it? Hm.

You manage to visualize a rock with glowing blue etches, as if you’ve seen it in real life. With your interest spiked, you scan the area only to find nothing but normal stones. Where did runes even like to hide?