Andrew pressed on, trying to drive the eye out completely. Unfortunately, once the eye closed until only a slit remained, even Demon King Power could no longer affect it.
Andrew tried several more methods in succession, but still could not expel the eye. Even Ganahta herself could not do it. Even if she gouged a hole into her forehead, the eye remained and did not disappear.
This eye possessed a certain conceptual nature—or rather, the nature of a law.
"This eye will remain in your forehead unless Shuma-Gorath falls."
Left with no choice, Andrew could only seal the eye for now. He said, "When the final battle comes, Shuma-Gorath will definitely activate this eye. It won't cause major damage, but it will certainly have a considerable effect. Still, it's not all bad news."
"So this damn thing has to stay there forever?"
Ganahta asked unhappily, "What good news?"
"The good news is that Shuma-Gorath thinks the eye is growing on my head. She has no idea it's growing on yours. Even if she activates it, it won't affect me at all."
Andrew said, "We can play along and use it to scheme against her. Although we failed to intercept Shuma-Gorath's avatar, this harvest is practically equivalent to capturing it.
"This eye is a threat to you, but it is also a threat to Shuma-Gorath herself."
"And then I get buried with her, right?"
Ganahta snapped, "How is that good news? All I see are traps, traps, and more traps."
"Of course it's good news. Didn't we go through all this trouble acting just to fool Shuma-Gorath?"
Andrew smiled. "The facts prove that our plan was a success. As for everything else, Ganahta, rest easy. I'll burn paper offerings for you."
"Get lost."
Ganahta gritted her teeth. "Believe it or not,