Now, with that kind of impact and weighted scrutiny, how could millions of people possibly lose sight of one Luca Kyros in the span of a blink?
Unthinkable, right?
But apparently, entirely possible, as that was exactly what happened when the golden-eyed cadet stepped onto the field.
He vanished.
The air in the stadium seemed to skip a beat, the collective breath of the audience hitching as their eyes frantically scanned the arena for a trace of white clothes, golden eyes, or black hair.
There was a heartbeat of absolute, agonizing suspense—a vacuum where the roar of the crowd usually lived—and then, inexplicably, he reappeared.
So close that it definitely felt wrong.
