A Storm is Coming
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Even under strenuous observation, aether had never given humans a chance to get close to it.
Some scholars even thought that it was an imaginary element, a concept, and that it had no actual form. There was nothing that people could do other than try to prove its existence.
But now, Ye Qingxuan had brought him to this room, handed him a monocular, and told him that what he was looking at now was aether. Was this some sort of joke?
"No one else can do this," Ye Qingxuan said quietly. "But I can."
He knocked on the desk.
Absolute silence fell.
Newton lowered his head again and looked in the monocular. The flittering light had once again stopped moving and coalesced, crystallizing in its original location.
As the silence faded, Newton felt like he had lost all of his strength, and nearly sat down on the floor.
He could finally be sure whether what he had seen was reality or an illusion.