The silvery flicker of runes incandesced over his flesh, sunlight running down the intricate web of interlocking ley lines that mapped every inch of his body besides his face—or, at least, everything Haven could see. Those were the runes the Solis were born with. The ones that formed the complex pattern sharpening the Solis’s raw, natural energy into specific powers. Every Solis’s rune pattern was unique, like a fingerprint.
