Inside a luxurious, vintage-style room filled with a lingering fragrance, a young man dressed in black sat before a mirror. His expression was one of distress, his eyes brimming with frustration.
In his hand hovered a strange stone, its surface seemingly composed of numerous mirrors, each reflecting a different human face. It was precisely these faces that were giving the young man such a headache.
"These damned Children of Destiny—why can I never shake them off?"
Chapter 456