Not all runes are born equal.
Some merely whisper.
Others scream.
The difference lies not in the carving, but in the soul behind it—and how much it's willing to surrender.
A Basic Rune pulses faintly, like a dying ember flickering from extinction and life—simple, eager, unfinished. It offers a small taste of power: +50% strength, a flicker of speed, a single heartbeat's edge.
A Professional Rune a steady, brighter glow—etched by steady hands and sleepless nights. It gleams with confidence. Doubles your strength. Doubles your risk.
But those who chase legend… they carve the Prade Rune.
It does not glow.
It burns.
+400% power.
+400% cost.
It hums like a god waiting to wake.
Then come the layered runes—combinations that bend the world:
Double-Layered: Two abilities, two chants, one weapon. +250% combined.
Triple-Layered: Three powers fused. +500%.
A miracle. A mistake. A myth.
But no rune comes without weight. The stronger the blessing, the deeper the wound.
Even gods would hesitate.
Because the rune does not ask, Can you bear this?
It asks, Will you try anyway?