Gone

[Your knowledge of runes has surpassed the rank of a Beginner Rune Wordsmith.]

[Your ability has evolved.]

[Ability: Runesmith.]

Arthur watched the notification as he breathed with difficulty. The creation of this enormous circle consumed his mental energy, enough for him to see the words of the legacy scatter in front of him.

"I thought... the evolution would be... a little less anticlimactic,"  laughed Arthur at the anticlimactic delivery of the news. His head was facing the ground while his hand supported his body.

Arthur could see his hand, pale and sweaty. The bones ran in four strips toward his wrist, while his nails had white crescent-shaped patches. Then, Arthur frowned as he saw the tip of his fingers dissolve.

"Are these... runes...?" Arthur felt like he was losing his mind because his body started to turn into runes. "I must have used too much of my energy to create the circle," laughed Arthur as he tried to focus on his fingers.