In the luminous realm of Vulcan's forge, the battle between James and his own shadow waged on. Shadows danced on the molten metal, mirroring the inner turmoil of the human soul.
"Why do you seek a new eye, James?" the shadow questioned amidst the clashing of blades. "To witness more suffering? To delve into the darkness you've always feared?" The query lingered, unanswered, as the battle unfolded.
Each strike of James's blade echoed in the celestial forge, accompanied by the hiss of cooling metal and the crackling of ethereal flames. The soul scanner, a divine creation forged by Vulcan, awaited its purpose.
As the battle reached its crescendo, the eye was implanted—a vessel for future sight and adaptive reading sight powers. A spectrum of colors enveloped James as the eye fused seamlessly, granting him newfound abilities that transcended mortal limitations.
Yet, as the soul scanner's power manifested, James inadvertently glimpsed into Vulcan's soul. A profound emptiness greeted him, a void devoid of the echoes that defined a soul.