A moment later, the black-robed figure finally withdrew the greed from his eyes and slowly shifted his gaze to the giant's corpse, which had been cut in half by the sharp blade.
A nearly inaudible sigh drifted away on the wind.
"It failed. It seems the results of the experiment weren't perfect."
"I wonder how things turned out over there."
With those seemingly mumbled words, the black-robed figure slowly turned around. The pattern on his back flickered in and out of view beneath the moonlight.
It was a pair of eyes opened to their utmost limit, embroidered with dark silver thread.
The outlines of the eyelids had been deliberately stretched into unnatural arcs. The upper lashes were distinct like thorns, while the lower lashes had transformed into fine lines that wound downward.
Deep within the pupils was an inwardly spiraling pattern, resembling the entrance to an abyss. From the end of the spiral extended dark-red veins as thin as strands of hair.
As the fabric shifted, the pair of eyes faintly contracted like living creatures, as though staring—or spying.
With the Sharp Eye Potion enhancing his vision, Roland's eyesight had improved significantly. Even so, there was no way he could have seen this scene from such a great distance.
Moreover, he was currently surrounded by swarming manor guards, and the excited soldiers were chattering as they expressed their respect to him.
With John's help, Roland finally managed to calm the emotionally charged guards.
As John made orderly arrangements, some people began clearing away the wreckage littering the ground, while others continued guarding their assigned positions.
Seeing everything gradually return to order, Roland finally let out a long breath.
Only then did he notice Darko standing dazed at the edge of the crowd.
"Darko!"
Upon seeing the young nobleman, Roland immediately