No wonder they said the eyes were windows to the soul.
Now that Gentleman on the Beam had revealed his true form, he finally reacted in time.
In the blink of an eye, Fu Qian became the undisputed center of attention.
Fortunately, he had never had a problem with stage fright. He met their gazes with passion—and even got passion in return.
There was something behind those eyes, and it wasn't Gentleman on the Beam.
The eyeball he'd thrown out had merely acted like a catalyst, triggering the reaction that followed.
What kind of reaction?
Put simply, some more extraordinary presence behind the blood flow had been awakened by this offering.
More precisely, what they called "awakening" was simply Gentleman on the Beam using this stimulus to make that power clearer. The eyeball's gaze was merely one way it manifested.
As mentioned before, he would never truly break this place and bring that thing in.
So no matter how vivid the scene before them became, it was still just a manifestation of the fear in their hearts—but at least the scene had become more vivid, hadn't it?
Though he'd lost Supernatural Perception, Fu Qian could still sense the great terror behind those countless gazes, as well as the blood in his body, already heavy as lead.
Plop, plop, plop...
Eyeballs were now falling into Fu Qian's raised palm one after another, carried along by the blood flow.
And even as each new arrival bounced away and scattered around them, they continued to stare fixedly in this direction.
"Is that it?"
With a handful of soft, bouncy eyeballs in his palm, Fu Qian specifically turned to Witch for confirmation.
One should never take things for granted. One should be willing to heed the Pontiff's teachings.
"Yes. It's alive—the core of this