Seer was already trying to decipher her motives. She was a scryer by nature, even if her powers were currently suppressed by the presence of the man at the chasm.
The Error Bearer turned. His glowing green eyes went cold as the Harvester Cult girl neared him. There was no warmth in his gaze, only a clinical assessment of her movement.
Just as the girl was about to reach him, her hands shaped like claws for an attack targeting his head directly, she suddenly screamed and killed her momentum, pivoting to change directions rapidly as if shying away from a blistering inferno.
What happened? Seer watched the conflict with deep interest. She wanted to know the mechanics of his defense. She thought to use her third eye but discarded the idea immediately.
Aside from the danger of drawing attention to herself, she had also suffered terribly from using it not too long ago. Her eye still throbbed with a dull, steady pain that warned her against a second attempt.
