Runes flow through Parolo Weilun's blood. Ancient inscriptions in the Rust Zone lead him to touch a fragment of the Pregnancy Stone. The pale golden markings burning at his neck resonate with the stone's light, rousing a shadowy group coveting the runes and drawing out an unfamiliar psychic force on the same wavelength. Even the adventurer who is always dismantling ruins has a warmth coiling around his fingertips, answering the fragment.
What are the markings on his skin trying to say? His bond with that psychic force is quietly taking shape, along with the faint glow of the runes.
