"A scar is just history written on the body. But a ghost, seen through a child's eyes, can rewrite the future of two kingdoms."
Niko's POV
The infirmary was my sanctuary, a small, contained nexus of professional quiet that stood in direct magical opposition to the sprawling, metallic mess of the Northern Kingdom's advance post. I was the Seer of the North, and while my primary duty was counseling, my secondary and most frequent was mending the consequences of bad counseling.
I had spent the last hour in deep meditation, not merely resting, but restoring the vast reservoir of energy depleted by the steady stream of minor skirmishes along the border. My eyes were closed, but my awareness was wide, extending through the stones of the keep. My personal magic was not defensive or aggressive; it was a layered network of perceptions.
