Haoran stared at his empty palm for a few moments, his fingers were still curled where the glowing item had been resting a second ago.
Nothing was there. Just the gentle wind passing through his fingers and the quiet rustling of the leaves on the vast land beneath him.
Slowly, his breathing settled down.
The surprise that had shaken his face faded away, the cold and distant look returned to his eyes, smoothing out his pale face until he looked as calm as a stone statue.
He closed his eyes together, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.
He was not a fool who would lose his mind over a single slip. Whatever that blue ball was, it had come from the body of a man who had died under his sword.
It was still tied to this piece of land, and it could not have run far.
With a small wave of his sleeve, the Genesis Protocol ended.
The blue sky, the green fields, and the massive stone castle hanging in the clouds vanished like mist under the morning sun.
