Chapter 258: The Little Liar Returns
In a quiet residential floor nestled high within the most advanced towering planet, morning had only just begun to bloom. Soft ambient lighting adjusted automatically with the rising sun, casting a gentle golden hue across the smooth, carbon-glass panels of the room.
The walls softly glowed with temperature regulation tech, and transparent digital curtains displayed a simulation of mist drifting through a forest, giving the illusion of natural peace.
Upon a small bed laid with crisp white sheets, a boy slept peacefully like a baby.
He looked no more than five years old, his tiny frame curled like a kitten beneath the covers. His skin was unusually pale, almost translucent, as though the sun had forgotten to ever kiss it. And resting atop his head was a mop of soft, snow-colored hair—so light and silky it shimmered faintly under the sun’s touch.
He looked like a painting—fragile, untouched, and serene.
Then, his eyelids fluttered like they were disturbed.
The boy blinked slowly, as if waking from a long dream. His eyelashes trembled before his blue eyes opened fully, taking in the warm, familiar surroundings. At first, his face was calm, confused even. But then—a flash of recognition.
Followed by dread.
His gaze darted to the side and froze.
Standing just beside the bed were two figures.
One was tall, broad-shouldered, and as expressionless as stone, his father, Atlas. Beside him stood an older man, silver-haired and sharp-eyed, though not a wrinkle dared to touch his skin...his grandfather, the great Lord Rohen, whose gaze could silence a room in seconds.
Eli’s breath caught in his throat.