Mola's voice carried a hint of anticipation:
"For countless epochs, we've watched repeated dramas unfold within these crystal sacs.
Most so-called 'geniuses' follow predictable paths... discovered, cultivated, controlled, ultimately becoming a cog in the system, just like us.
But this young man... he seems to be treading a different path."
"This so-called 'different'..."
Varian responded coldly:
"Is nothing more than the brief radiance of a lucky one. Don't forget, he's already been marked by the Abyss.
How many prodigies have perished in history?
Those arrogant ones who thought they could challenge the rules inevitably went mad, got crippled, died, or became Awakened... puppets controlled by the Abyss."
On the surface, his words stated objective facts, yet the subtle pleasure hidden beneath his calm demeanor was perceived by the other two present.
"Varian, you seem to always have a special... view of him."
Karen keenly pointed out, with a teasing gleam in his silver eyes:
