3rd Eye

The factory incident left me shaken but resolute. The Unveiled were growing stronger, and the cracks in the Veil were spreading faster than I could mend them. If I wanted to survive—if I wanted to protect the world from the chaos that threatened to consume it—I needed to get stronger. Not just stronger than the Unveiled, but stronger than the man in the park. He had been guiding me, yes, but his cryptic warnings and half-truths only fueled my suspicion. I couldn't trust him. I had to surpass him.

The notebook he had given me was my only lifeline. Its pages were filled with diagrams, symbols, and notes that seemed to shift and rearrange themselves every time I looked at them. But amidst the chaos, I found patterns—clues to mastering the Third Eye. I spent hours poring over its contents, trying to decipher its secrets. The whispers in my mind grew louder as I delved deeper, their voices overlapping in a chaotic chorus.

*"You are close,"* they said. *"The answers are within your reach."*

I didn't know if I could trust them, but I didn't have a choice. I needed to understand the Third Eye—not just as a power, but as a part of myself.

The first step was control. The threads of Aether responded to my emotions, their patterns shifting and weaving in response to my thoughts. But that wasn't enough. I needed to command them, to bend them to my will. I started small, focusing on simple tasks—lifting objects, creating barriers, weaving the threads into intricate patterns. Each attempt was a struggle, the threads resisting my efforts like wild animals fighting against a leash.

But I persisted. Every failure taught me something new, every success brought me closer to mastery. The scar on my forehead pulsed faintly, its warmth a constant reminder of the power within me. I could feel it growing stronger, more refined, as I pushed myself to the limit.

One evening, as I sat cross-legged in the center of my apartment, I decided to test my progress. I focused on the threads, channeling the energy of the Third Eye. The air around me shimmered as the threads responded, coiling around my arms like serpents. With a flick of my wrist, I sent them spiraling outward, their patterns shifting into a glowing lattice that filled the room.

For a moment, I felt invincible. The threads obeyed my every command, their movements fluid and precise. But then the whispers returned, their voices rising in a cacophony of laughter and screams.

*"You cannot control us,"* they taunted. *"We are part of you."*

I clenched my fists, fighting back the urge to lash out. They were right. The threads weren't just tools—they were extensions of myself. To control them, I had to control the chaos within me.

The next morning, I decided to seek out other Seers. The notebook mentioned two names—**Liora** and **Kael**—both of whom were said to be in a similar condition as Evelyn. If they had walked this path before me, perhaps they could offer guidance—or at least a warning.

The first name led me to an old ramen restaurant on the outskirts of the city. It was deserted. its stone walls weathered and cracked. The air around it was thick with the scent of incense and decay, the threads of Aether twisted into chaotic knots.

I stepped inside, my shoes echoing against the tiles. I didn't expected the interior to be well managed. There was a woman, cleaning a window, her back turned to me. She wore a long and black silk coat, and a black straw hat. Her outfit Being all black was really weird and intimidating.

"Liora?" I called out, my voice echoing through the empty space.

She turned slowly, revealing piercing red eyes that glowed faintly with murderous intent.

"You shouldn't be here, your existence near me will harm my existence" 

"What the hell" I'm a Seer," my tone cautious. "Like you."

Her expression darkened, and she let out a bitter laugh. "A Seer? You being a seer degrades the value of the word Seer. You are Naive. Leave."

"Huh?! I am just here to ask--"

"I can kill and torture you anytime i want. Its better you leave"

"But-"

Before I could respond, the threads around her erupted into motion, swirling violently like a storm. She raised her hand, and a bolt of energy shot toward me, forcing me to dive out of the way. The impact shattered all the glasses of the shop. 

"Get out!"

I scrambled to my feet, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I knew it was pointless. She wasn't going to listen. Not today.

The second name led me to an abandoned subway station deep beneath the city. The air was damp and cold, the walls covered in graffiti and grime. The threads here were denser, their patterns more chaotic, as if the Veil was weaker in this place.

I found Kael sitting on the edge of the platform, his legs dangling over the tracks. He was younger than I expected, his face gaunt and pale, his eyes hollow and distant. When he saw me, he didn't react—just stared blankly into the darkness.

"Kael?" I called out, my voice echoing through the empty station.

He turned slowly, his gaze locking onto mine. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, "You shouldn't be near me."

"Why are all of you-"

Suddenly I stopped breathing, next thing I noticed, I was beheaded.

I snapped back into my senses. My eyes were burning red, I couldn't breathe properly. I was clenching my throat with my own hands, coughing out blood. 

What was that just now, my head was separated from my body. But i am perfectly fine right now. What's going on. 

I had to run away from him. He is not a good news.

"consider that as a warning" he said

As I left the subway station, the scar on my forehead pulsed faintly, it was warm. I could feel it vibrating slowly in my forehead.

I am so weak.

What have I got myself into?