A heavy silence settled over the battlefield.
No one spoke.
No one dared to.
Caelis' words continued echoing in everyone's minds.
> *Perhaps the False Heart had been controlling Asterion for thousands of years.*
John's golden eyes remained fixed on Asterion.
He carefully observed every subtle movement.
Every breath.
Every shift in expression.
Then...
He noticed something.
Asterion's right eye—the brilliant golden one—was focused on Caelis.
Calm.
Clear.
His left eye—the pitch-black one—never looked away from John.
The two eyes weren't moving together.
Almost...
As if two different wills shared the same body.
John's heartbeat quickened.
"So that's why..."
Lythriel glanced toward him.
"What is it?"
John didn't take his eyes off Asterion.
"His eyes..."
"They aren't synchronized."
Sylvara immediately focused her mana-enhanced vision.
Several moments later...
Her face paled.
"He's right."
"The mana flow inside his body..."
