Third Person's POV
The gray fog had not actually been present in reality.
It was spiritual, but before she could gather even a fraction of resistance, something manifested before her.
It was a great red vertical eye that opened in the gray void ahead.
Its sclera was a deep, blood like crimson, and at its center lay a small, unnaturally blank white pupil.
The eye did not blink, nor did it radiate visible power, yet its presence pressed heavily against her soul, and the moment it fully opened, her gaze froze, or to be exact, her soul froze.
A suffocating sense of overwhelming and invasive terror surged into her heart without warning.
And it was not fear born of weakness, but fear drawn from the deepest corners of her being, the same fears that had been buried within her ancient heart for eons had now surfaced before her eyes.
Visions of loss, isolation, destruction, and the silent extinction of everything she had guarded flickered across her consciousness continuously.
