Farther ahead, deeper in the forest, Runar moved at a calm, measured pace.
The Eye of Myriad Truths remained fully open. Golden-white light spilled from it in a steady, unbroken stream, washing across every trunk, every leaf, every patch of ground he passed. Where the light touched, the surface of things became transparent. Not physically. The bark did not vanish. The leaves did not dissolve. But beneath them, the Eye revealed a second layer. Then a third. Then a fourth. Each one deeper than the last. Each one more complex. Structures hidden beneath structures. Patterns nested inside patterns like boxes inside boxes, going down further than seemed possible.
