“Now, I’ve sent Martin to gather the others. I believe they may want to see this.”

That stupid smug smirk on his face. He knew what they were. An avatar of the Eye, no less. But different from Jon. Very different. He has spent an awful amount of time silently cultivating this child’s power. Were they even aware of what they were?

Of what they could see?

He could see the others coming now. The Archivist, Tim and Martin.

He was looking forward to this display. So was The Eye.