Lyrium's breath came in slow, measured gulps as the chamber pulsed with an eerie glow.
His hands were trembling, his muscles still tense from whatever that had been.
The weight pressing against his mind had vanished, but its presence lingered like an afterimage burned into his soul.
He exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders.
"Alright. No more cryptic bullshit. Talk. What the hell just happened to me?"
The robed figure did not move.
They stood still, wrapped in the same strange twilight fabric, their glowing runes shifting across their robes like living things.
Their voice remained neutral, neither cold nor warm.
"You were seen."
Lyrium let out a sharp, bitter laugh.
"Yeah, you said that already. Seen by what? Because whatever that thing was, it wasn't just looking. It was…"
He hesitated, the words catching in his throat.
"It was inside my head."
The figure inclined their head slightly.
"Correct."
Lyrium clenched his fists.
