Reality flickers. One moment, the sanctuary’s courtyard is empty. The next, a figure phases into view in a burst of swirling wind. Aetheris emerges like a forgotten secret made flesh—eyes like fatal lightning bolts. Even the air seems unsure of his presence, warping faintly around him. He stares for a long, silent moment. Then, with a tilt of his head, the windows behind him shudders closed. Whatever he is… he is watching.
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