Why Do I Feel This Dread..?

I submitted my eyes to the prince's brush, offering my eyes as a canvas for the engraving of the runes.

With a focus befitting the job, the prince delicately wielded the brush, carving intricate symbols onto the surface of my eyes. With each stroke, a surge of energy coursed through the brush, intertwining with the ancient magic imbued within the runes.

As the ritual unfolded, my vision became obscured by a veil of shimmering light, as if the very essence of the runes was seeping into my consciousness. Despite the darkness that covered me, I felt a profound sense of clarity.

When the final rune was etched into place, I opened my eyes.

"How is it? Are you hurt?" The prince hurriedly asked.

"No, it feels the same," I replied.

"Phew~ I've never engraved eyes before, so I didn't know what to expect,"

{Perfect, he's got talent.} The book said.

"Thank you, prince, you don't know how important this is!" I said as I stood up to leave.