Poison Bat looked horrified, yet his body flew helplessly toward the Old Alchemist's hand.
Once the strip of cloth covering his eyes was pulled away, Poison Bat and the Old Alchemist both changed expressions.
The Old Alchemist stared at Poison Bat's lively eyes in disbelief. When he'd examined them before, they had been dead! His eyeballs had been gray and lifeless, without a hint of color.
Poison Bat stared at the scene before him, utterly shaken. After years of darkness had faded away, light had returned to his eyes. Blue skies and white clouds, green mountains and clear waters—everything appeared before him once more.
But before he could feel any joy, he saw a donkey lurking in midair, holding him captive with some unknown method.
When he turned to look elsewhere, he saw a pig standing beside the donkey. An old dog bared its teeth at them from across the way, a sheep (Cousin) lay on the ground, and there was a dairy cow in Pretty Widow's direction.
His heart sank to the depths. Had everyone died while he was blind all these years, leaving all the animals to become spirits?
That couldn't possibly be it. He'd just felt Pretty Widow himself, and he'd fought Hanyu. He knew perfectly well whether they were human.
Then it could only be a problem with the pill, just like all the bizarre effects Pretty Widow had experienced after taking one.
So he looked at the pig with an incredibly conflicted expression. Its medicine seemed to have cured him, but he found it hard to feel grateful.
"Are your eyes better or not?"
The Old Alchemist's voice was urgent. In his eyes, a donkey was impatiently speaking.
Poison Bat looked conflicted. He nodded, then shook his head. "I... I'm better, but it also seems