Seer's POV. Four seconds before the attackers moved.
He's not here! Why is he not here?! Seer's eyes flitted about manically. She scanned the skies outside the dome from the safe location where she stood within the crowd of Ossuarists spread across the plains surrounding the chasm of the Soul Sanctum.
She wore a simple black tunic, in line with the array of Ossuarists within the dome. It allowed her to blend in with ease, giving her the opportunity to use her ability to the best of her capabilities.
It wasn't that she feared fighting head-on. In fact, she thrived in close combat. Every person that had underestimated her ability and chosen to come into close proximity to her in a fight had not lived to tell the tale.
Even the Sanguis family ancestor knew how dangerous she was with her ability. But it was just her preference to avoid fighting in close proximity unless the situation demanded it.
