Astron stood frozen; his eyes locked onto the ethereal orchid, the vibrant colors of its leaves reflecting in his purple eyes. He wasn't just staring—he was entranced, completely absorbed by the sight of the strange flower. His expression, usually so calm and composed, had softened into something far more vulnerable as if the orchid held a meaning that only he could see.
"Junior?" Maya called out softly, her voice tinged with concern. She took a step toward him, but he didn't respond, his gaze still fixed on the flower. It was as if the world around him had faded, leaving only him and the orchid in a shared, silent connection.
Maya's heart skipped a beat. She had never seen Astron like this. No matter what situation they had faced before—whether in battle or during moments of deep strategy—Astron had always been in control, never showing any sign of being overwhelmed. But now, standing before this delicate orchid, it was as if something had broken through his usual defenses.
