Darkness Descends

Ye Zhao couldn't quite grasp what she had just seen, but if she interpreted the Prophet's vision as a literal puzzle, then everything she witnessed in those images was the monster's weakness.

If that were truly the case, she was in a real bind. How could she possibly land a fatal blow on an eye-monster that spanned the entire sky?

Great. She had essentially looked at nothing.

If she'd known, she would have looked for an escape route instead. A tactical blunder, truly.

She pulled a plastic trash bag from her Personal Space, tossed in the tissue she'd used to wipe the blood from her mouth along with two pockets' worth of candy wrappers, then sealed it and tucked it back into her Personal Space.

Tu'an sniffed the air. Although the surroundings were thick with the stench of gore, he was far too sensitive to the scent of blood; he immediately caught the faint, fresh metallic tang wafting from beside him.

Was it time to run? He tilted his head just enough to see the cut on Ye Zhao's face caused by the shattered lens, which had split open again, a single bead of blood welling up.

Ye Zhao turned to him with a grin. "Protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility."

Tu'an: !!

Those were eyes of scarlet, bloodthirsty madness!

Even through her sunglasses, he could feel the blood-red tide churning in the depths of her gaze—

Tu'an felt as if he'd been struck by a heavy blow to the crown of his head. He nearly tipped over backward, and the dozen high-intensity flashlights he was controlling high in the air began to wobble and plummet. Ye Zhao was startled and gave him a solid punch. "Hold it together, friend!"

Ye Zhao had almost forgotten about her eyes. Since Tu'an