The Judgment Eye's characterization seemed rather different from what Punk had imagined. In the caster's impression, the Judgment Eye existed as an absolute guardian of order—just, stern, and beyond question. No one dared violate any clause finalized within a Judgment Eye Contract.
But looking at the Judgment Eye projection Punk had summoned now, it did not convey even the slightest majesty of order. Compared with the flamboyant, loud-voiced Filth Bird projection, the Judgment Eye projection was practically a mute. From its appearance to its swift departure, this incomprehensible God Seat powerhouse had not spoken another word beyond its opening "line."
Even when Punk had taken the initiative to speak to it at the end, the enormous dark-gold eyeball projection had still paid him no attention. Without giving him the slightest face, it vanished directly into the silent air, leaving behind only a few faint golden motes slowly circling the ritual inscriptions on the floor.
"This is truly surprising. This God Seat powerhouse who represents 'order' seems rather strange."
Staring at the laboratory now devoid of the Judgment Eye projection, the caster could not help narrowing his eyes slightly.
With a serious expression, he released Mage Hand and retrieved the remaining sheet of parchment. The "order" seemingly etched into his soul told the caster that this Legendary Level Judgment Eye Contract had no problems whatsoever. It was completely genuine and valid.
Yet the contract's authenticity could not conceal the Judgment Eye projection's bizarre behavior. In fact, it was precisely because he had obtained this unquestionably real contract that Punk paid even closer attention to the dark-gold giant eyeball's performance.
Throughout the entire encounter with the Judgment Eye projection, the only feeling Punk had gained could be described with just four words: extremely awkward. This indescribable awkwardness and strangeness had even seeped