Two little boys were playing on the ground. Their identical looks made it clear they were twins.
The children had the appearance of nobles, with golden hair and bright blue eyes.
Again? Arlon asked himself.
He had seen this scene before.
Twice, in fact. Was it more?
But even so, he knew he needed to see it again.
This was a planet he didn't know about.
And yet, he had spent more than a lifetime here.
Not as a resident. Not even as a visitor.
Just... as a watcher.
Its people had once swept across their galaxy like a tide, unified under a single ruler, one of the two boys.
Efsa.
And the other boy? His twin.
The one who would later be known by another name.
The one with red eyes.
Asef.
Arlon had been wondering about it since the first time he saw those red eyes.
And after the explosion—after the vision had swallowed him whole—he had seen Asef's face clearly.
There was no doubt anymore.
They were the same.
Identical, except for the eyes.
