Chapter 5: Ancient Relic
In a dimly lit room, sunlight passed through thin curtains draped over the windows and fell upon the face of a sleeping boy.
"Hmm..." Feeling the warmth of sunlight shining on his face, the boy frowned in discomfort and slowly opened his bright purple eyes.
He sat up on the comfortable bed, looking around the dimly lit room with a slight frown etched on his face.
"A dream..." He muttered, recalling the terrifying war like scene he had just seen. But quickly dismissed the thought.
"With my current broken body, it’s impossible for me to have drea—" The boy suddenly stopped mid-sentence and stared at his smooth, scar-free palm in a daze.
He touched his face, and upon feeling the soft, unblemished skin, the frown on his face deepened.
"An illusion..." He whispered. Standing up from the bed, he sniffed the air.
Sensing nothing out of place, he reached out to touch the bed and then the walls of the room.
"My sensory abilities are working fine, and it doesn’t seem like an illusion. Besides..." The boy walked toward the mirror positioned against the wall and stared at his reflection. "I have already destroyed all the chips they implanted in me, so it’s impossible for me to fall into an illusion again."
In the mirror, he saw the image of a thin boy who appeared to be around fifteen years old—170 centimeters tall, jet-black hair, purple eyes, and dressed in night pajamas.
Looking at the familiar yet somehow foreign face, the boy was momentarily dazed, his heartbeat rising slightly.
Noticing the erratic rhythm of his heart, he quickly reacted and placed a hand over his chest.