The pitch-black, gaseous canvas was utterly still, but the pair of huge scarlet eyes inside wasn't, albeit they didn't move much. After those darker eyelids opened, the breathtaking gaze fell on Khan, making him experience the entirety of its pressure.
An immense, profoundly wise, captivating, and almost unbearably domineering presence converged on Khan, seemingly trying to crush him with that simple look.
To Khan's annoyance, he had to admit that the attempt was somewhat working. The power behind that huge, heavy gaze was indeed pushing him down, crushing his very existence out of virtue of sheer superiority.
Those weren't mere eyes. They represented the gaze of a proper god. They were like the very core of the mana, except with an intensity only somewhat human emotions could produce.
Nevertheless, Khan didn't falter under that oppressive look. His existence didn't break, either. Actually, after getting used to that weight, it slightly expanded, restoring part of its vastness.
