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Gold eyes opened. I felt it before I saw it. A pull. A quiet command. Not loud. Not cruel. Just there. “He’s looking at you,” the healer whispered. I lifted my head. My body ached. My heart shook. My hands trembled as I reached out. Gold eyes stared back at me. Not wild. Not empty. Aware. Kieran sucked in a sharp breath. “Those eyes” “They’re not wrong,” the healer said quickly. “They’re just…rare.”

⸻ Neither cared. Their attention remained fixed on the abyss. ⸻ A massive golden eye opened beneath the mountain. ⸻ Everyone froze. ⸻ Unlike the Fallen Celestial’s black eyes— This one glowed gold. ⸻ Brilliant. ⸻ Ancient. ⸻ Terrifying. ⸻ The eye blinked once. ⸻ Then locked onto the battlefield. ⸻ The voice spoke again. ⸻ “Oh.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻

Maya asked in utter bewilderment. ‘Should I kill her now?’ Suddenly a strange woman’s voice appeared in my mind out of nowhere. Now it’s my turn to feel surprised by the sudden turn of events. ‘Who are you? Why are you in my head? Why can I hear you, but I can’t see you?’ I asked, perplexed. Did a monster enter my head? Only Zion can talk to me like this in our mindlink. But this one has got a woman's voice. ‘Silly girl, I’m your third eye. My name is Devine. You and the others can’t see me, but I can see you and everyone around you. I can see creatures and elements that can’t be seen by normal people.’

Then all the lamps went out. Only the refrigerator was still buzzing. And in the dark we heard it. A slow blink. Not with the ears. With a little deeper. Open and close. Like a Lid. I fell on my knees. My breathing was flat. Then I saw it. Not really. Rather inside my head. An eye. Golden. Too big. It looked straight to me from darkness. And a voice — small, clear, peaceful — spoke in my interior: “Mama, you let the wrong one go.”

Those who do will make an enemy out of the Lamberts! "Do you seriously think Mark can get your cancer treated? Stop being delusional! Mrs. Lambert has already promised me that she'll let your daughter reunite with you in the afterlife once you're dead! "You should thank me, Joanna! If not for me, the Lamberts might have sold your daughter to god knows where a long time ago." I didn't say anything at all. Instead, I tapped on the audio recording button before the phone battery was completely depleted. Huh… I thought Sylvia was pretty smart. It turned out that she was the world's biggest idiot.

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.

Ding! "System 'Eye' data recovered, evacuating Host 0000001 substitute system" "Formatting System Nerio data" "Files deleted...10...15…50…100" Ding! Successful operation! "System Nerio formatted" ‘System ‘Eye’ binding process in 10…30...35..50..99 Not long after that mechanical sounded and that dinging noise inside Gabriele head while Gabriel listened to it silently with, and expressionless, face, as if nothing could have moved his expressionless face despite of the loud noise the inside of his head had.

⚡ A giant golden eye suddenly opened above the city. Bigger than mountains. Bigger than the sky itself. Watching. Waiting. Searching. 💀 And the moment it saw Ilyaan— The eye smiled. 😱😱😱

The eyes opened fully. Gold. Ancient gold. Brighter than moonlight, brighter than fire, brighter than anything mortal should have been capable of holding. The cavern froze. No one moved. No one breathed. Even the mountain seemed to fall silent, waiting, watching, listening. The enormous eyes blinked once, slowly, and a pressure unlike anything I had ever experienced swept through the ruins. It wasn't power. Not exactly. Power could be resisted, fought, endured. This was authority. The kind woven into the bones of the world itself.