Sera's words detonated in my heart like a bomb.
"The cost?"
My voice was dry, laced with an uncontrollable fear.
"What is it?"
Sera paused for a moment, as if weighing her words carefully.
"The power of the Prophetic Eye does not come from nowhere."
Her voice was low, carrying a hint of gravity.
"It requires a medium, a connection between you and the gateway to the future."
I held my breath, my heart racing.
"This medium..."
Sera hesitated, her tone growing heavier.
"...is your life."
My world seemed to collapse in an instant.
Life?
My life?
I felt as if all the blood in my body had frozen.
"It’s impossible..."
I murmured to myself, my voice trembling to the point of being barely audible.
"The Prophetic Eye will consume your life force."
Sera's explanation struck me like a cold blade piercing my heart.
"Each time you use it, you draw closer to death."
The shadow of death loomed over me, suffocating my thoughts.
"But you can also choose not to use it."
Sera's voice rose a few notches, carrying a hint of encouragement, yet it felt like a coercion.
"Choose to evade, choose to ignore, choose to let the prophecy come true and the city be destroyed."
I fell silent, my mind churning like a tempest.
Death or the destruction of the city?
How should I choose?
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down.
I could not evade, nor could I ignore.
I had to make a choice.
A correct choice.
"Tell me how to use the Prophetic Eye?"
My tone was firm and left no room for doubt.
Sera seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
"It's simple," she said.
"Concentrate, meditate, feel the connection between us."
"The Prophetic Eye will naturally open."
Following Sera's instructions, I closed my eyes and cleared my mind.
At first, my thoughts were blank.
Only Sera's gentle breathing echoed in my ears, like a lullaby.
Gradually, a warm energy surged from my chest, spreading throughout my body.
I felt weightless, as if I were floating in the air.
Then, I saw it.
I witnessed the destruction of the city.
Skyscrapers collapsed, flames roared through the streets.
The screams of people sounded like the wails of tormented spirits.
I wanted to escape, but found myself trapped in this terrifying nightmare.
Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of hope.
A tall, mysterious figure wielding a sword stood against the darkness.
Who was he?
I wanted to see his face clearly, but the image became blurry and eventually vanished.
I jolted awake, gasping for breath.
Cold sweat soaked my clothes.
"What did you see?"
Sera's voice carried a hint of concern.
"I saw... the destruction of the city..."
My voice trembled.
"And there is... a mysterious figure."
Sera fell silent for a moment.
"That figure might be our only hope."
Hope?
A flicker of hope ignited in my heart.
I had to find him.
He might be the key to saving the city, and also the key to my survival.
Just then, my hand brushed against a cold object.
A box.
It lay quietly on my nightstand, emanating a strange glow.
It felt as if it were calling to me.
The box was icy to the touch, and a peculiar wave of energy surged through my fingertips and into my body.
I opened my eyes wide, my heart pounding like a drum.
Could this be what Sera referred to, the medium connecting me to the door of the future?
I took a deep breath and slowly opened the box.
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