Damian flew up using his own mana. He couldn't maintain the flight for long, but going straight up with just one wind rotating spell was okay. There was no end to the barren land.. In any direction. Damian could choose one direction at random and walk towards it, but he knew from experience that the space was limited—he wouldn't be able to go far before an invisible wall stopped him, like it did in his Second Ranker Trial.
What now?
Damian thought, sitting under the shade of the big red rock in the middle of nowhere.
'Show me how you create worth where none exists.' He repeated the instuctions in his mind again and again.
In the situation he was in, it could only mean he had to somehow create a runic tool without anything in this land. Iron and other metals did exist in sand in the form of fine grains of magnetite, hematite, or ilmenite—Damian knew that. But knowing and using that had a vast gap in between.
