The man remained silent for a few seconds.
He merely observed Kyrian.
The white eyes with the small black pupil, those eyes that had awakened a new and unknown path, had already disappeared.
Kyrian had returned to his previous appearance. Violet. With the subtle lightning hidden within the depths of his irises, like a storm on the verge of breaking.
Even so...
The shock within the man had still not faded.
Kyrian had survived. More than that. He had awakened something.
Slowly, with a movement that seemed heavier than it should have been, the man brought a hand to his spatial ring.
A small light flashed.
Then, a scroll appeared upon the table.
Unlike the black scroll containing the notes, the one that held fifty years of studies, mistakes, and discoveries, this one was ancient.
Far older.
The leather wrapped around it had dried with time, hard and brittle, like the skin of an animal that had died centuries ago.
