▪︎Firera's Dimension▪︎
[Firera's POV]
I can sense the ambient mana of this dimension—a soft, golden hum that sustains my essence, threading through the endless white like the pulse of a sleeping heart. I can sense mana in the mortal world, too, though it reaches me as if through deep water—distant, muffled, a faint echo of the vibrant currents I once knew.
But in my current state—a wisp bound to a mortal vessel, my divinity sealed and filtered through the very chains that keep me hidden—I cannot see or sense the intricate tapestry of auras. That gift, once as natural to me as breathing, is now a distant memory. I am blind to the colors of emotion and intent that swirl around Ovelia.
Therefore, I do not know what malevolent force, what psychic trigger, is projecting those horrific images directly into her mind's eye.
