Ty's attention was fully captivated by the man at the podium, especially as he recognized him as the same individual he had previously encountered in a skirmish. A cold shiver ran down his spine, an unusual sensation for his skeletal form, as memories of that confrontation briefly flashed through his mind.
Nana, unaware of Ty's internal turmoil, gave him a playful slap on the back, jolting him from his thoughts. "Hey, are you listening to me?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "I said, why did you stop suddenly?"
As she finished her question, Nana's gaze followed Ty's to the white-haired man at the podium. She too froze momentarily, her eyes locking with the man's as he scanned the crowd. Their eye contact was brief but intense, filled with unspoken recognition and an undercurrent of tension.
