Zylan stilled, surprised as his body refused to move where he knelt. His eyes widened in both shock and disbelief as he stared at Naomi. Her body remained frozen, mirroring his. She was as still as he was, and yet, there was something about her presence—something different—something he couldn't grasp.
One of his eyes—the iris that had turned red—slowly faded back to its normal color, though the other remained pure red. It was a shocking sight; the change felt impossible. Had it been because of what she said?
But how?
He couldn't understand it. He couldn't begin to comprehend what had just happened.
Zylan looked at Naomi, speechless, for what felt like an eternity. Naomi, on the other hand, watched him closely, her gaze unwavering. She didn't look afraid or even unsure. She was simply waiting, observing him, wondering what was going through his mind.