The crowd's collective gasp was audible as he stepped down from the platform and approached the blind demon.
His movements were deliberate. Measured. Every eye in the chamber followed him.
He reached her. Stood close enough to feel her trembling. Close enough to see that her milk-white eyes held no pupils, no iris, nothing except opaque damage that spoke of injury or disease that had stolen her sight completely.
His hand rose. Gently. Carefully. As if approaching something precious and fragile.
He cupped her face, his pale-skinned hand against her own pale flesh, and raised her head slightly so her blind eyes would have met his if she could see.
"So look," he said.
His voice was soft. But it carried. Six hundred thirty-seven demons heard. The System heard. Reality itself seemed to hear.
And Liam commanded.
"See."
[Primordial Authority - Activated]
