Before Asher could so much as move, his vision vanished, swallowed whole, as though the very world of Crymora had chosen to erase all color from existence. His body froze, muscles coiling in instinctive tension the instant darkness claimed his sight.
'This has to be another ability... one of the assassins,' he thought, his mind racing to keep pace with the sudden shift in reality.
An ability that induced blindness would be dismissed by most as trivial, useless, even. But in Crymora, there was an old saying: "There are no useless abilities, only useless wielders."
And now, in this moment, that saying rang true.
To strip a combatant of their sight at the height of battle was no mere trick, it was a death sentence cloaked in simplicity. Even seasoned warriors, honed by countless battles, could be reduced to prey with a single, well-timed use.
