As Corey held Kyle's picture in his hands, his eyes reflected the image of Kyle wearing a pair of glasses and on his back was a young Divine wearing the brightest smile a child could ever make.
For the first time since he obtained a Cosmic Soul and awakened his Stats of Consciousness, he was unable to control his facial expression.
His mind was a chaotic mess and countless thoughts, questions, speculations, and emotions flooded his mind and heart at the same time.
A part of him wanted to believe that he was seeing things, that his mind was playing tricks on him, or that an extremely powerful being was toying with him.
His mind could not just believe that the picture he was looking at was Kyle's.
What were the odds?
What were the odds that the friend he killed in the past was the brother of the one person he regarded as a true friend?
The one person that had gained his trust to a certain degree?
What were the odds?
