Futami

When the unnatural snowfall began to thicken over The Underworld, a Soul Chaser finally cornered Futami against a cliff of jagged ice. The cultist’s black-and-white flame hissed, ready to erase them from existence. Any other rogue would see only their end. But Futami just grinned. Through their azure visor, they weren't watching the enemy; they were reading the sky. They saw the pattern in the falling ash, the subtle pressure drop that preceded the flame's strike, and the exact three-second window of imbalance it would create. The Chaser saw a fool smiling at their own demise. What they failed to understand was that the visor didn't just predict danger—it revealed opportunity.