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More than that, something was coming to me. A Skill. A Blacksmith Skill, I instantly knew, for I'd levelled as one and that – I felt – was how it worked. Four levels as a Blacksmith in the blink of an eye, not to mention all the forging Raven had put me through in the arena. Always throwing me metal I had to forge into a weapon myself. The last four levels especially had come while I was working a Rune into this Starmetal. My Path determined what Skill I would receive based on what I spent more effort doing.

In that moment, I'd been working on a Rune. Trying to understand its secrets.

My Path recognised that.

My eyes tingled, burned and then felt incredibly cold, like a spring breeze was being blown directly into them. The world was the same and yet slightly different, muted of colour and detail, fuzzy like I was seeing through a thin curtain. The sword before me glowed brightly, however, and that light came from the Rune down near the bottom of the blade, above where the cross guard would go.

"Seal", the Rune read. "Contain".

My eyesight snapped back into reality a moment later, the light fading, the understanding fading, but still there, on the edge of my vision, waiting to be activated once more. A Skill which seemed to work on vision alone, activated by will.

Runesight