Those eyes were clear and unfathomably deep, like two dried wells that had slumbered for far too long.
At this moment, he used those eyes to look at Chen Xun.
At Chen Xun.
At Black Bull.
He said nothing.
He could not say anything.
His lips moved.
Silently.
They moved again.
Still silently.
His Adam's apple bobbed, as if something were lodged in his throat, preventing even a single word from escaping. Or perhaps too many things had crowded into his throat, choking off every sound instead.
He simply looked at Chen Xun, at the enormous pitch-black figure standing silently beside him like a mountain. There was no wild joy in his eyes, no wailing, not even the slightest ripple.
There was only something too vast to hold any emotion at all...
Bewilderment.
Like someone who had traveled alone through darkness for far, far too long, only to suddenly see light around a corner—yet had been lost so long that he had forgotten what light felt like. He could only stand there blankly, having temporarily lost even the awareness to lift his foot and walk forward.
A long time passed.
A long time passed.
A long time passed.
There was still no expression on his face.
Those eyes had not changed either. They simply gazed calmly, quietly, unblinking, at the two figures before him.
Without his noticing, a tear silently slipped from the corner of his eye.
There was no sobbing, no trembling, no warning.
It simply fell.
It landed upon the land he had guarded for hundreds of millions of years, without making a sound.
He did not even notice it himself.
Or perhaps he had noticed, but could no longer spare it any thought.
His throat moved and moved again. That voice rolled around in his chest an