Kyrian walked slowly through the stone square. His eyes wandered over the sea of youths in a trance.
With every step he took toward the stage, he noticed that some had already lost their strength and collapsed to the ground, breathing with difficulty.
While others remained standing, their foreheads furrowed. He was the only one completely awake, his blue eyes reflecting a clarity that set him apart from the rest.
On the stage, the elder gave a faint smile upon seeing Kyrian approach.
"Congratulations, young one. You are the first to pass."
"Tell me, how did you do it?" The elder's voice came heavy, yet clear.
Kyrian only shrugged, indifferent. And answered without hesitation.
"Probably… because of my eyes."
The elder narrowed his eyes, examining him more closely.
"Hm… interesting."
Kyrian then looked around at everyone and at Yanyu in the center of the crowd. He frowned slightly.
"What exactly does this mirror do?"
