Oh, for fuck’s sake. “This?” I held up my hand, showing my runes. “This was from you?” “Indeed. You will have to work for most of your runes, but some of them may come as gifts. And this one was gifted just in the nick of time, wouldn’t you agree?” “What does it do? What does it mean? I can’t find a translation for it anywhere.” “And you won’t. It is blasphemy to record such things on paper, King Killer. The rune is my name. It does not grant you magic, the same way other runes do. The ability my rune grants you is complicated. It allows you to… undo. Or maybe…”
