Eldur's POV
I saw it the moment her fingers gripped the armrest of her wheelchair—tight, trembling, as if the air around her was made of needles. Her breath came short. Her lips parted, but no sound escaped at first. Then her voice, fragile and threadbare, broke the air between us.
"I can hear everything. Every little thing. People talking down the street. Through walls. It's like the world's screaming at me."
My heart stopped.
There it was.
The shift.
The moment everything changed.
This wasn't just her being overwhelmed. It was something deeper—sharper.
Her senses had dialed all the way up. Hearing, perception… everything cranked past human limits. Too far.
I watched her glance around the school, blinking fast like she was trying to clear static from her vision. Every tiny sound made her flinch, like it was slicing straight into her skull.
That wasn't normal. That wasn't panic.
It was something else.
And in that moment, I knew.
