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Ren and the girl walked through a forest beyond time that shouldn't have existed.
Each tree shimmered faintly, like it was caught between being real and remembered. The ground didn't crunch or echo. It listened—waiting for intention.
"You never told me your name," she said.
"I don't use it much," Ren replied. His voice was calm but distant, like someone walking through memories rather than the present.
"But people fear you," she continued. "Even the Riftkeeper did."
Ren stopped.
He turned toward her, and for the first time, his eyes shifted.
Not in color—"in meaning".
Two concentric rings spun silently within each pupil, like mirrors of layered reality.
"You're seeing them," he said. "The Eyes of Ren."
The girl took a step back. Not out of fear—but awe.
The Eyes Awakened
—Eye of Omniscience
Glowed red as Ren blinked, the forest unfolded. Every root, leaf, and breath appeared as threads—moments in time layered atop one another. Past. Present. Future.
I also perceive fundamental concepts like fate, reason, order, truth, death life and well just fundamental concepts, allowing me to comprehend them all at once.
"I see everything," he murmured. "Not in order. Not in sequence. Just all at once."
—Eye of Annihilation
Pulsed gold: A bird fluttered above them. It chirped once.
Then it simply vanished—no trace, no death—unwritten. He whispered...with this eye I'm able to erase anything wether existing or non-existence, simply by looking at it. It's an immediate absolute erasure.
—Eye of Absolute control
Shifted violet: It grants absolute control over whatever I look at would also be rewritten with no resistance possible.
—The Eye of Nullification
Blinked void black: Origin, purpose, meaning—snuffed out in an instant.
Ren said...this is the one i used on the riftkeeper, the girl seemed confused.
Ren turned to the girl. "Can destroy anything by looking at its source of origin". Anything I perceive wether logical or illogical, becomes meaningless before this eye.
"When I see something," Ren said, "I can erase not just its body… but the idea of it."
The wind shifted. A tree leaned too far. Before it could fall—Ren glanced at it.
It froze mid-collapse. Time around it obeyed his focus.
"What I see, I rule," he added quietly.
Far above them, a celestial symbol pulsed—a watcher from the Order.
Ren looked at it. It blinked out like a failed thought.
"Even origin loses meaning when I choose."
The girl stared. "Are they always active?"
Ren shook his head. "No. They respond to intent. Or instinct."
She looked down. "And what if you ever… looked at me?"
Ren didn't smile, but his voice softened. "I already did. And you're still here."
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Suddenly, the air trembled.
A scroll unfurled in the sky—a divine mandate written in language only concepts could read.
"They're not done," Ren muttered.
The scroll showed his old name—trying to rebind him with memory.
He gazed upon it. The scroll burned from existence, silenced mid-word.
"They're getting desperate."