3/14/2026, 12:58 PM
Rune Discovery : 「 Success — Tectonic Tampering 」
Your search leads you over rough terrain and through a blisteringly cold fog of unseasonable storm. But you know these trails, these mountains. Years of hard work have honed you into something… well, acceptable, to the task at hand. If only your training had taught you to fight the weather, or giant blue cracks!
In the end, it’s your heart that sees you to victory, more than anything. An unwavering doggedness that demands Mythris give up its secrets. Through the gloom a faint glow from beneath the snow catches your eye.
A rune! It has to be!
You hurry toward such a promising light and dig it out beneath tendrils of frozen roots. They’re stubborn, too, and don’t want to give up their prize. Its almost desperate, the way the earth holds onto this ancient magic.
You make them anyway. Nothing will stop you from protecting the one you love, least of all a tree. When they give way, and you scrape the rune free of its prison, you’re surprised to find…
More blue light? Is there another Rune here? Have you cracked some kind of ancient mystery and found a whole trove of them buried underneath this singularly obstinate evergreen?
The Dream Visitor doesn’t speak, but you feel a sudden spear of anxiety that can’t be entirely your own. It’s the only forewarning you get.
Ribbons of violent cerulean open before your paws in jerky, twisting motions. The world tears itself asunder, like the earth has gone rabid. Shaking the mountainside, it swallows trees, stones, snow—!
It’ll swallow you too, if you aren’t quick.
Your search leads you over rough terrain and through a blisteringly cold fog of unseasonable storm. But you know these trails, these mountains. Years of hard work have honed you into something… well, acceptable, to the task at hand. If only your training had taught you to fight the weather, or giant blue cracks!
In the end, it’s your heart that sees you to victory, more than anything. An unwavering doggedness that demands Mythris give up its secrets. Through the gloom a faint glow from beneath the snow catches your eye.
A rune! It has to be!
You hurry toward such a promising light and dig it out beneath tendrils of frozen roots. They’re stubborn, too, and don’t want to give up their prize. Its almost desperate, the way the earth holds onto this ancient magic.
You make them anyway. Nothing will stop you from protecting the one you love, least of all a tree. When they give way, and you scrape the rune free of its prison, you’re surprised to find…
More blue light? Is there another Rune here? Have you cracked some kind of ancient mystery and found a whole trove of them buried underneath this singularly obstinate evergreen?
The Dream Visitor doesn’t speak, but you feel a sudden spear of anxiety that can’t be entirely your own. It’s the only forewarning you get.
Ribbons of violent cerulean open before your paws in jerky, twisting motions. The world tears itself asunder, like the earth has gone rabid. Shaking the mountainside, it swallows trees, stones, snow—!
It’ll swallow you too, if you aren’t quick.