*A/N Feedback from a reader, I'll stop using Damien Bloodbane and simply use Damien instead*
But unlike before, nothing happened.
Damien exhaled slowly, letting the ambient mana settle into his body.
"That's right," he thought wryly. "My death energy is already the purest there is. Devouring runes made by someone else won't have any effect."
He allowed himself a half-smile. He wasn't here to consume anything anyway. He was here to learn.
His thoughts shifted unbidden to the truth he'd just uncovered. Not just about runes, but about the rungs of power that shaped the world. For the first time, the vague hierarchy he'd sensed in the background all his life began to take form.
Space.
His mind conjured the image of Germany's iron-handed ruler, the infamous Space Sovereign. The woman who folded battlefields and waged silent war across continents. Cold, distant, calculating.
"She wields half of the Emperor Element," Damien murmured to himself. "Space…"
