Beyond the Apocalypse-Chapter 582: Lupos Tempestas

Cold sweat coated Vlad’s forehead as he carried on with the engraving. His eyes were sharper than any blade, and his hand steady as a mountain, every single runic line forged flawlessly onto the surface before him. Finally, after a grueling session, the Focused Weaving Rune was completed.

Without wasting time, Vlad went into the fourth rune. Its name was Ethereal Blink, and it granted brief moments of time distortion, allowing the user to "blink" short distances, avoiding enemy attacks while maintaining uninterrupted casting.

Carefully, Vlad engraved it around the Jormugnadr’s neck. It took a lot of effort but was a success.

The Depraivta of Wrath could not help but release a deep, shuddering exhale. He felt his entire body relaxing as waves of exhaustion crashed over him. Knowing that pushing himself further might jeopardize the delicate balance of his work, Vlad decided to allow his body and mind a much-needed rest.

Jormundndar was also happy to take a brief respite. Every movement of the legendary runic pen against his skin felt as though a razor-sharp blade was slicing through his muscles and bones. This sensation was fitting, as the runic lines were intricately connected with his body on a granular level, interweaving with his internal energy flow.

After an hour, Vlad slowly opened his eyes, feeling his mind return to its peak state. Refreshed and determined, he reached for the next phase. With focus and clarity of mind, the Depravita of Wrath loaded the legendary runic pen with the fifth vial.

The fifty and final Rune of the Chrono-Weaver’s Regalia Runic Set was known as Chrono’s Might. This extraordinary Rune would begin at the tip of the nose and extend all the way to the tail, interconnecting with the other four runes in a single, continuous trajectory. The power of Chrono’s Might was very special—it altered the flow of time within the user’s energy, allowing spells to be mobilized at an incredibly accelerated pace. Of course, as with all great power, it was also incredibly complex. Its intricacy was on par with the legendary Mark from the Mark of Cain’s Runic Set.

Vlad took a deep breath, centering his mind and focusing his A.I. Chip on the task at hand. With deliberate precision, he raised the legendary runic pen and began the next phase of engraving. His hand moved with lightning speed, yet there was no sign of haste or error in his controlled motions. In mere minutes, the first segment of Chrono’s Might was engraved onto Jormundndar’s nose—a series of delicate, intertwined symbols that shimmered faintly as they absorbed ambient magical energy.

Once the engraving on the nose was complete, the trajectory continued seamlessly. The runes flowed from around the eyes and ears, interacting with the Arcane Reflex and Focus Weaving Runes, then extended down the back, generating an intricate network of runic lines along the spine. The design was breathtaking in its complexity. The runic lines seemed to interweave with the spine, connecting with similar patterns on his legs before finally reaching the tail.

It took every ounce of Vlad’s concentration and strength, but he completed the entire runic set in one continuous, uninterrupted process. He had managed to complete the Runic Set on the first trial, not failing in any of the runes. Such superb skill left behind a free batch of runic agents, carefully stored for future use. These extra vials would be essential should the runes ever need repair or if additional enhancements were required.

Both Vlad and Jormundndar could not help but release deep sighs of relief as the arduous process finally came to an end.

With the Chrono-Weaver’s Regalia now fully engraved, Jormundndar activated the Runic Set. A wide smile broke out on his face as he observed the shocking speed at which his energy now mobilized.

"It is amazing," the small yellow cat exclaimed in a hushed tone, awed by the newfound swiftness in his spellcasting. "With this, my spells will be three—maybe even four—times faster than before!"

The power of the Chrono-Weaver’s Regalia Runic Set was truly something extraordinary. However, Jormundndar did not have the luxury to analyze every detail of its effects. There was still much work to be done preparing the equipment for the group. "Thanks, Boss. See you later," he said, nodding to Vlad before leaving the room.

Vlad allowed himself a brief smile before collapsing onto the ground and closing his eyes. The physical and mental strain of the engraving process was immense, and he needed to gather his strength for what was to come. After a short, restorative sleep, Vlad stirred and spoke softly into his A.I. Chip, "Ouroboros, it’s your turn."

"Coming," came the measured reply through the digital interface. Within a few minutes, the imposing figure of a white werewolf arrived.

Ouroboros bore several fresh wounds across his body—a stark reminder that he had not been slacking off in recent weeks. He was not able to forge runes or weapons, so he focused all his time on reaching his battle power. While the wounds were numerous, none were deep enough to endanger his life, and Vlad was confident they would pose no problem for the engraving process.

Vlad nodded at the sight of Ouroboros and instructed him to remove his armor. With deliberate precision, the white werewolf disrobed, revealing a muscular and scarred frame. After a brief gesture, Vlad summoned another ten vials of runic agent to appear before them.

Ouroboros glanced at the vials and took a deep, steadying breath. He stepped forward and stood perfectly still, every muscle tensed in anticipation of the coming ordeal.

Vlad wasted no time. Placing the first vial into his legendary runic pen, he began the engraving on Ouroboros’s arm.

The Runic Set destined for the white werewolf was called Lupos Tempestas. It was designed to grant overwhelming movement speed—capable of outpacing even those at the top of the Sage Tier. The first Rune to be engraved was named Wind-Touched Stride. This Rune was meant to grant constant acceleration, allowing for blindingly fast movements without the drain of energy typically associated with such feats.

As Vlad’s pen began to carve into Ouroboros’s skin, the sensation was as if a finely honed blade was dancing across his flesh. Yet, there was not a single twitch from Ouroboros. His body maintained absolute, flawless restraint—a demonstration of his discipline and control over his own form. The runic pen traced intricate patterns along his arm, each line melding seamlessly into the next.

Vlad practiced his artful restraint, pushing his Runic Master abilities to their limits. The engraving was painstakingly precise; every curve and intersection was vital to the overall function of the Rune. It took considerable effort for the runic lines on Ouroboros’s arm to be completed, and Vlad allowed himself a brief moment of relaxation as he admired the work. Of course, that short respite was temporary, for there were still four more runes to be engraved on the white werewolf’s body.

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