The vision did not end.
The healer’s body trembled as tears, fresh and hot, still clung to her lashes from what she had seen before. Her chest was tight, aching with sorrow, but the stream of images dragged her deeper into the web of time.
This time, the man appeared again.
He was older now, years had passed themselves upon him with no kindness. His beard had grown full, and tangled, matted with dirt and sweat. His cloak hung in tatters, riddled with holes, the fabric stiff from dried blood and grime. It spoke of years of wandering through thorns and storms. His entire frame looked scattered, frayed, the kind of ruin only time and suffering could sculpt.
His fingers were blistered, cracked open from years of hardship, and his eyes… Those eyes were void of humanity. Empty, cold, as if e
