Insect

The air was so heavy with Aeter that a miracle had been born, and I felt like I had regained sight.

I could see a sharp cross stretching tall and wide, burning with an ethereal scarlet color. The cross stabbed into the ground at an angle, impaling a kneeling woman through her stomach and her wrists.

The scene was almost biblical – A Crucifixion.

The scarlet Cross pulsed with a malevolent power that sent shivers down my spine and nausea creeping up my throat. The stab wounds on the woman's stomach and her wrists seemed to squirm like a thousand worms as if the tortured flesh was alive. And every time an inkling of blood would trickle from the woman’s injuries, the Cross would come to life, sucking the blood with gluttony.

The woman, could only be called a literal manifestation of Aeter. Bar her most intricate details, I could see her figure clearly. Even better than I would have, had I been free of my optical impairment.