… except …
You see something in the distance, a bright blue color reflecting against the pale white blizzard. At first, you could imagine it is your mind playing tricks on you, but as you focus your gaze, you notice that beneath a nearby tree is a pulsating glow. An ebb and flow of magical blue light.
It could be risky to move outward into the storm, but that light calls to you. You know, based on these recent dreams, that a rune is settled there, cradled in winter’s grasp. It only took a white-out to see there was more color left in Mythris than you may have realized.
Drire sepal hoke yet.The voice percolates through the wind, peppering against your ears as you feel yourself compelled to pick up the rune that has presented itself to you.