She appeared like a flaw in the world's fabric.
A young woman named Ilyra born with the ability to perceive soul-structure instinctively, without hunger, without corruption. Where Kael's Sight had been awakened through trauma, hers was… natural.
Kael observed from afar as she calmed restless spirits, guided dying souls gently onward. No consumption. No coercion.
Restraint without sacrifice.
Hope flared dangerous and bright.
When Kael finally manifested before her, she did not kneel.
"You're the one holding it back," she said simply.
"Yes."
She studied him, eyes sharp and unafraid. "You look tired."
Kael laughed softly. "That's one way to put it."