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Downstairs, 10,000 white roses formed a bed of flowers with 100 white candles scattered among them, surrounding a crystal box at the very center. Inside the box were my eyeballs. Next to the bed of flowers stood a choir as well as a priest, whom Samuel had specifically invited. He mentioned that Daeleen was the gentlest soul alive and that she would surely become an angel after death. Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes.

Lunar ink runs down my sleeves in the shapes of moons and constellations that no longer exist. I wear no crown, yet I have outlived kings. I have not seen the mortal world with these eyes for more than forty years. They are white and sightless—yet they see too much. Places beyond the veil. Flames that burn backwards through time. Wolves long dead still howling in the marrow of my soul. And tonight, these eyes cry. I kneel at the altar, my spine bent beneath the weight of the gods. My hands shake above the ceremonial basin, palms split and bleeding where my nails dug in during the vision. My breath is shallow, as though the air itself resists entering my lungs.

Contact lenses. Esmeralda had explained to her that the eyes of the Fourth spirit held horrors unknown to men. Torture, sadness, anger, bitterness, shame, tranquil torture, hate, you name it, they were all there. They all strove for dominance in his eyes and If she looked really close, she would see them all, fighting with their hypnotizing trade marks on their backs. Looking into his eyes drew out some form of reaction. Be it fear, surprise or even curiosity, it drew out a reaction. An emotional reaction.

And somewhere deep inside my soul ,my wolf finally opened her eyes completely. Strong. Ancient. Awake.

“You see Mane has this skill called Devour. With it he can take whatever isn’t his and make it his. Didn’t you notice that you have no control over True Eyes at all?” Ancestor Origin was forced to think and he realised that Cronos was right. Although he could sense the power of True Eyes from Mane, he had no other connection to it. While it was true that upon severing his power from his real body he tethered his soul to his Eyes of Destruction, a small portion of his will remained in True Eyes. And logically even if he hadn’t been able to wrestle control over the coveted pupils from Mane, he should have been capable of causing a few glitches here and there and a few issues that should have g

I tilt my head in wonder, examining it and reveling in the strange feeling of sparks that run along my finger and dance through my body at just minimal contact. One finger turns to many as I run my hand along the whole of his scar, my heart aching for the pain he must have once felt. I notice his laughing has stopped and I look into his eyes. I read once that your eyes are the windows to your soul. If that’s the truth, then this beautiful man must have a very tortured soul. I look from his hazel eye to his sparkling blue and wonder at the marvel that he is.

During this period, Zephyr Khan had not been idle. The confusing power controlled by the Evil Breaking Eye between his eyebrows formed a strange power as he continued to study it. This power was displayed by his double pupils. With the power of confusion as the foundation, he instantly created endless illusions for his opponent. Even though Zephyr Khan did not know how powerful this soul technique was, he was certain that the power he was using was definitely stronger than a soul technique. And this unique skill was also called the Mind-confusing Eye by Zephyr Khan!

The air was tense. Previously, it was only because I'd actually activated my “Eye of Insight” (the name I shall now call my new ability, after the breakthrough) that I was able to see how Kira had pulled her spirit out of her body. Despite the ravenous, tiger-like grandeur that her spirit took, a spirit was only a spirit — it carried no definite shape.

that wasn't even spoken on earth, but still I could hear part of it. I heard destruction, then control, but the rest became faint to me. Just as he continued to chant on, my vision changed and I saw his piece of clothing change into a dark red robe. It grew so long that if he stood at the hall room, it would reach down to the entrance and still rolled outside. His eyes turned to what looked like a Wolf's red eyes, but only, it showed glimpse of blur in it. Almost as if those eyes were part blue and part red. I remembered stories my grandma used to tell us, where she said that the colour of midnight blue was present in a deity's eyes such as werewolves, or witches or in this case, the devil