Suddenly.
A blurred and twisted video image appeared in the air: a young David was surrounded by a group of Observers wearing streamlined white uniforms and masked faces.
They manipulated complex instruments.
Relentlessly injecting some kind of genetic modification factor.
Those instruments emitted a faint, cold light.
Injecting subtle information codes into the young body.
"Is this... the Observers modifying you?"
Reina murmured.
Fragments of ice patterns faintly emerged on her forehead.
"They're not just monitoring.
They're directly intervening with your genes and the trajectory of your fate..."
David's gaze was heavy.
He stepped forward.
Those fragmented images quivered and diffused accordingly.
He felt a flood of intertwined information raging in his consciousness—wisdom of past civilization fused with present life experience.
A portion of Chaos Crystals quietly covered half of his face.
Sharp and mysterious like cold stars in the night.
