Morgan remained rooted to the spot.
She...she could see him.
Every vision he'd had until now had played out like an old memory.
Up until this point, he had been nothing more than an spectral observer, merely gazing upon the distant past and the events that had occurred in this bygone era.
He'd been a phantom.
Simply wandering through what he assumed was another person's past or rather...a different time.
No one had acknowledged his existence.
Except...that man on the battlefield. The progenitor.
And now—this woman.
Morfan felt his pulse quickening, his heart beating steadily on his chest.
"What is going on..." he whispered.
"Prince Modric, is everything alright?"
The beauty asked, siddling closer to him.
Morgan stiffened slightly, his expression turning slightly colder and impassive.
He hesitated, then tentatively turned towards her.
"... you can see me?"
The woman's eyes widened slightly, then she laughed softly, shyly covering her mouth.
