"You see, look quickly!" the Judge exclaimed with a laugh, "He's turned into the Dark Son, hasn't he?"
"I did this for the sake of justice…"
He raised his hand, deep black flames coiling and converging from his palm, and in an instant, they fell toward the infant.
But at the next moment, they hung suspended in midair.
A man, cloaked in a dark mantle and hooded, grasped the Judge's wrist.
"Your Honor." The man unveiled a flattering smile, rewrapping the silk cloth around the baby, "There's really no need for all this."
"Do you want to turn into the Dark Son too?"
The Judge, vigilant, eyed this unfathomable man, not even realizing when he had gotten so close. A hint of fear crept into his heart as he frowned and said, "Get out of the way, don't interfere with my official duty."
He had never seen this face before.
"You jest," the man was not annoyed and just chuckled, "Since when does the Dark Son exist in this world?"
"That is... it is…"
