What a stubborn child…
Kristos's thoughts stayed in the air like a quiet whisper as he walked ahead with the others. His eyes paused for a moment on the room they had left behind. That place still felt heavy.
The silence wasn't normal—it felt cold and full of something they didn't understand.
He had lived for hundreds of years, seen empires rise and fall, watched heroes become legends and dragons fade into myths. But in all that long life, he had never seen someone like that boy.
A human child… yet he didn't cry. He didn't scream. He didn't even speak his name.
And those eyes… they weren't just empty. They were full of something deeper. A quiet fire, burning low but steady.
They held pain, anger, and a kind of sadness that made even an ancient dragon like Kristos feel uneasy.
What kind of life did he live to have eyes like that…?
Kristos didn't know if what they had done was truly right. He told himself it was needed—that they had to do it to learn the truth.
