The man frowned. That had never happened before. Not even with himself.
What was happening?
He remained silent. Waiting.
One minute. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Then... Kyrian opened his eyes. The man froze. The violet eyes had disappeared. There was no lightning. There were no irises.
His eyes were completely white.
But that was not all. At their center, there was a single black pupil. Small. Tiny. Almost nonexistent.
Looking into those eyes... the man felt a chill. It was not the chill of cold, the kind that makes the skin prickle and the hairs stand on end.
It was the same sensation he experienced whenever he observed the black sapling. An unpleasant feeling. As though he were facing something unknown.
Kyrian blinked slowly. He looked around. The room. The candles. The table. The man.
Everything seemed normal. Except...
His eyes stopped on the man.
