After ten tense minutes watching the Sphere of Memory, the light from the artifact finally dimmed.
Mayor Haoran's eyes narrowed as he turned to Master Feng. "We're… dealing with a child?"
Master Feng swallowed hard. "It appears so… he looks no older than ten."
The final image frozen within the sphere showed a small figure standing calmly over their fallen operative. The child wore tattered beggar's clothes, black hair framing an unremarkable face—simple features, dark eyes—but those eyes carried a depth and weight that belied their apparent age. His gaze alone projected experience, intelligence, and a chilling confidence.
Even without feeling any direct pressure from the Sphere's recording, Haoran and Feng could see how space itself bent subtly around the child, as if reality rippled in his presence—heavy and restrained, like the ocean gathering itself before a storm.
