In the palace, the king sat upon his throne as two men clad in black bowed deeply before him. They were the king's eyes and ears—shadows tasked with monitoring Orion.
"So, you are here," the king said calmly. "I assume you have news about that boy?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," one of the men replied. "We do indeed have information. First, we would like to confirm that your hunch was correct… that boy is quite strange."
The king's eyes narrowed. "Oh? In what way?"
"His class and skills, Your Majesty… he was recently attacked by a group of assassins, and he used abilities that we couldn't comprehend. Every time he was cornered, he vanished and reappeared elsewhere."
"Could it be extraordinary speed?" the king asked.
"No, Your Majesty," the man said firmly. "It was far too fast. It appeared to be teleportation. Even the strongest assassins cannot move at such speed."
"I see. Is that all?" the king asked.
