Iskaleth's limbs went ice cold.
She had spent most of her life ensuring that no one understood what her eyes truly did. She hid when she could, avoided displaying anything unnecessary, and even when she was forced into the open, she let others assume the beauty of her gaze was the extent of what made it special.
Very few people had ever sensed the deeper mechanism beneath it, and fewer still had understood enough to connect it to Fate. Yet Sylas had looked at her once and immediately noticed something was wrong. Not only had he noticed, he had done so with such ease that Iskaleth couldn't even convince herself he had stumbled into the answer by accident.
Part of her wanted to blame his Profession. She could feel something strange around him, a connection that seemed to stretch beyond the Demi-God Plane and toward the God Realm itself.
