Crack!
A crisp sound came from within the eyeball. Golden flames as brilliant as sunlight sprang up out of nowhere, crackling noisily.
The bloodshot eyeball, with flesh still clinging to it, rapidly melted into drops of transparent liquid.
The enormous bird flying in from the Spirit World lunged at empty air. It let out a strange cry, circled twice, then flew back into the depths of the Spirit World.
The Banishment the Rose School of Thought's Silent Disciple had created through a curse had failed.
In the real world, Cyril calmly watched the Silent Disciple, who now had only one eye. Ignoring the way his figure grew faint and translucent as he tried to escape by seemingly merging with the air, Cyril reached into the void and drew out an Eyeball Glass Orb.
The next second, pure, clear rays of light burst forth, illuminating every corner around them. They left not a single shadow or trace of darkness, allowing nothing to hide.
Under the pure, sacred light, the figure of the Silent Disciple, who had just vanished, was quickly outlined again, becoming solid and deathly pale.
A wet, sticky, palm-sized doll had appeared in his hand.
There was only one hole in the doll's face, and it was breathing out the grayish-white fog Cyril knew so well.
He instinctively turned to glance at Klein behind him. Klein shook his head blankly, as though saying:
It wasn't me. I don't know either... While they exchanged glances, the Silent Disciple had already stuffed the doll into his mouth.
The sticky black liquid constantly seeping from his body was suddenly diluted. It flowed and dripped downward, as though a watery layer had been added to it.
Then his hair and eyebrows drifted down like withered autumn leaves. An invisible force stretched his limbs