Michael watched the scene in front of him with an odd expression.
For one, he still did not understand why something that felt almost like a performance was being presented before him.
If that was not strange enough, the unconscious one's presence was unusually weak.
Michael's senses could clearly detect a body. Even the faint fluctuations of life force were there.
Yet compared to the standing youth, the unconscious one felt almost hollow.
It was as if most of what made a person truly present was missing.
Michael's gaze moved between the two identical faces.
His curiosity increased.
Perhaps this was some sort of strange constitution shared between the two? A rare bloodline ability? Some unusual soul-related phenomenon?
But even if that was the case, why had they brought this matter to him?
Michael's fingers tapped lightly against the desk.
The empire was enormous. Something being abnormal did not automatically mean it required the Emperor's personal attention.
