When he turned to the person who spoke to him, he saw cold gray clouds driven with black iron nails—he saw a stormcast sea swirling around two dark whirlpools—and he felt a profound vertigo, as if he were looking into the heart of an endless chasm, and it was like he was falling, his breath caught in his throat, until he put his hand on the ground to steady himself, and he realized that all he was looking at was nothing more, and nothing less, than the gaze of Jun’s eyes.
