That brief, heavy glance shared across the world had confirmed everything for him. In that split second of eye contact, Murmur knew he had found the anomaly. He had finally identified the hidden hand, the invisible architect who had been quietly manipulating the strange, unnatural developments across Nana all along.
Murmur suddenly understood the true meaning behind Ikenga's lingering look of disappointment. The Purge hadn't merely been a slaughter to punish defiant paragons, it was a trap meant to snare him, yet at the same time was a calculated reset. Ikenga had deliberately cleared away the noise, sweeping the cluttered board clean and carving out a massive, open vacuum.
It was a move engineered to force Murmur's hand, if the snare failed. A move where he would be forced to show his hands.
"Ikenga wants to see what I will do next", Murmur whispered to himself, his heart beating with a renewed purpose. He created this perfect gap specifically for me to step into.
