At that moment, the Crimson Moon was like an enormous colored lamp, bathing Sharron in crimson light as well.
Her beauty seemed to have reached its pinnacle. Her exquisite, impassive face looked somewhat eerie in the faint crimson glow, and that eerie beauty immediately reminded Raphael of the beautiful heroines in every ghost story he had ever read.
She seemed so cold that no one could approach her.
Then Sharron, with her exquisite features, took the most direct approach and punched the distant moon.
The punch carried such force that it almost seemed impossible for a woman to have thrown it.
It was like watching a beautiful, frail woman effortlessly lift an enormous, heavy barbell-not merely lifting it, but twirling it around in her hands like the Golden-Hooped Rod.
Crash!
The Crimson Moon shattered like a giant light bulb, revealing the eye hiding behind it. Only a third of that eye remained.
Raphael had destroyed the other two-thirds earlier with the Curse Crystal.
A doll made of twigs appeared in Sharron's hand, with a large Stone Eye on its face.
This was the doll she had made from the Illusion Master's avatar, which she had killed earlier.
Fear immediately appeared in the enormous eye, of which only a third remained, and it vanished from the air.
The illusion plunged into darkness.
Sharron did not give chase. Instead, the nail on her index finger suddenly lengthened like a small dagger and stabbed into the doll's eye.
Their surroundings abruptly began to shake violently.
Sharron's nail sank into the doll's eye very slowly, as though meeting some resistance.
But it moved faster and faster, eventually piercing the eye clean through.
In an instant, she and Raphael returned to the real world.
A stone eye promptly appeared on Raphael's forehead.
Unlike the eyes