A year slips by, though to me it feels like a breath. My research into divination has reached a level that no mortal seer could dream of. Through countless rituals, potions, and alchemical refinements, I have finally mastered controlled foresight.
Ten seconds.That is the window I now command with absolute precision.
In combat, it is perfection itself — the power to anticipate every strike, every curse, every breath of my opponent before they act. Battles become performances; each movement, each counter, is predetermined in my mind before the first spell is even cast. I can see the flow of motion, the shift of intention, the flicker of willpower — and I move through it like a shadow.
Beyond combat, my vision stretches farther. Though the distant future remains clouded, I can glimpse fragments of what is to come: a meeting that will change the course of wizarding history, a rebellion forming decades from now, the birth of potential rivals who will never live long enough to challenge me. My foresight is not mere prediction; it is truth carved into the fabric of reality.
Each prophecy I make is flawless. When destiny stirs, I feel it — the faint pulse of inevitability calling to me through the currents of magic. I can sense when an event of importance is about to unfold, see the faces of those who will play their roles, and decide whether they shall rise or fall.
I am no longer a pawn of fate. I am its author.