Although the mask was a ring worn on the ring finger of his left hand, Karon still raised his hand, pretending he was holding a mask, facing the mirror, and “placed” it on his face.0

Then he pretended he was wearing a mask on his face, reached out, and removed it.0

From start to finish, his face in the mirror did not change at all, not even his gaze, yet Karon felt something out of the ordinary. It was as if a door that did not exist had just been opened by him, and then closed again.0

Nothing had changed, yet by his ear he seemed to hear a “creak,” the long, drawn out scrape of a hinge being dragged. He silently retreated a few steps and sat down on the bed behind the full length mirror, the one covered in pink sheets, leaning forward slightly as he kept staring at the mirror, sinking into thought.0

At this moment, a black chain slowly crept out from beneath Karon’s feet. It covered the bedroom’s surrounding walls and wrapped everything up, as though isolating it from everything outside, yet it also seemed like it was sitting in stillness to listen, waiting for the result of Karon’s thinking.0

In an instant, the bedroom became quiet.0

***0

“Brother, hurry.” Serena tugged on her brother’s arm, leading him upstairs, but when she was about to step into her bedroom, Lemar grabbed her and held her back.0

“What is it, brother?”0

“Hush!” Lemar made a silencing gesture to his sister. “He’s having an insight, don’t disturb him.”0

“An insight?” Serena craned her neck to look at Karon, who sat motionless on her bed facing the full length mirror. She then confidently stated, “A man in deep thought really does have more flavor.”0

Lemar instead glanced around. In truth, he could sense a tide of Order’s aura rippling through the bedroom, which meant that the person inside was having an insight. What Lemar had not expected was that Karon would be able to enter such a state...0