The snow crunched softly beneath my boots as I adjusted my posture, leaning against the weathered toolshed. Denera stood in front of me, her face barely visible beneath her heavy cloak. The icy breeze played at the edges of her hood, revealing a glimpse of sharp, discerning eyes.
"It all began with a prophecy, but the prophecy didn't mention much about specifics," she began, her voice a hushed whisper, "but one thing was clear: there is another eye, one that mirrors yours in some ways but diverges entirely in purpose."
"Another cursed eye?" I asked, my voice calm and steady despite the slow churn of unease building within me.
She nodded. "We call it Aetheris. Unlike Erebron, which observes and reveals truths obscured by the present, Aetheris is an eye of manipulation. It grants foresight into the threads of fate and bends the destinies of those it gazes upon by altering their past."
