"…"
Going over the senses Ataraxia shared with him in his mind, Valyr briefly looked back at the young man in slight disbelief before continuing to go over them.
Closing his eyes for a bit to get a better idea of what his other identity could see, he eventually let out a faint sigh before giving the young man a slight nod.
"Something similar to [Vision of the First Blacksmith]?" asked Valyr.
"Probably." Ataraxia shrugged, placing the pauldrons back to where it was before. "However, I get the feeling that what the skill sees is different from yours."
Recalling the first time he experienced the skill in person, Ataraxia was left bewildered when he found out that everything he looked at was now made up of various strands of multi-colored energy through his vision.
