Although Asher had closed his eyes to the world, it seemed that the world, in turn, had not closed its eyes to him.
Somewhere ahead, the faint sound of measured footsteps reached his ears, each one deliberate, unhurried, and calm. Through his Omni Perception, which allowed him to sense every minute detail within the chamber with flawless clarity, Asher perceived the figure approaching.
His eyes remained closed, yet nothing escaped his awareness, the faint swish of clothing, the measured pace, the unchanging rhythm of breathing.
The moment the figure came to a stop before him, Asher's eyelids lifted, revealing a sharp, discerning gaze. Standing before him was a boy of about five feet eight inches in height, with neatly kept black hair and deep, equally black eyes that seemed to hold a certain refined composure.
