"Found it."
Aaron's voice was calm as he rose to his feet, golden eyes gleaming faintly.
"You are not going anywhere!" the Abyss God snarled, his form blurring into existence before Aaron. He didn't know what the human planned to do with the core, but instinct told him it would spell disaster.
Aaron hardly spared him a glance. "Alright, I'm done with you. If he attacks me again—kill him." His tone was casual, but his words were absolute, directed toward the unseen shadow lurking at his side. He resumed walking as if the god was nothing but a noisy obstacle.
"I said…" The Abyss God's voice dropped to a chilling whisper. "…I'm not letting you leave."
At the center of his forehead, a third eye snapped open, glowing red with a suffocating aura that warped the air around it. Malice radiated from the eye, its gaze locking onto Aaron. It sought to tear his very soul out, to strip him bare before the abyss. This was no probing strike—this was the Abyssal Eye, his ultimate weapon.
