Within the darkness of Damian's soul, a boundless crimson eye opened.
It stretched across an endless expanse of nothingness, its enormous pupil fixed upon the intruder that had appeared within the physical world.
In the real world, a crimson third eye opened on Damian's forehead.
Zepar's laughter died in his throat.
The eye possessed no ordinary iris or pupil. Its crimson surface resembled a blood-red abyss, with layers of darkness swirling beneath it. The moment it opened, the atmosphere within the corridor changed. The darkness that had flooded the mansion began to tremble, and the shadow towering before Damian shifted its weight as though something far more dangerous had suddenly entered the room.
Damian stood with his hands relaxed at his sides. His long hair stirred in the unnatural wind sweeping through the corridor, while the third eye stared at Majin's Shadow with keen interest.
