Smoke hung in the air like the gods had rage-vaped.
The crater where the eye once glared was now a quiet chasm, glowing faintly with residual cosmic heartburn.
Cracks still etched the sky like broken glass, but…
The eye was gone.
Jessy, standing in the back with one hand on her waist, asked, "Did we… Did we one-shot a secret boss?"
Siris blinked. "Wait, no weird monologue? No, 'You have not seen my final form'? Just poof?"
Rufus wobbled, sparks flying off his armor. "I'm okay with this. I am extremely okay with this. Let's go home and never speak of it again."
Alex, still magma-skinned and symbiote-dripping, fist-pumped. "Woo! See that? Boom, eye gone. That's right! Blargh and I just blasted a god's pupil!"
Omni, for once, stayed quiet.
Even Crisaius looked stunned. He held up his charred sock like it had become a holy relic. "Did… did I just throw a magical spear into an ancient horror's face, and it worked because I had my lucky sock?"
