As he spoke, the golden-haired youth's eyes underwent a terrifying transformation. His irises expanded and contracted unnaturally, twisting into the shape of a radiant lotus. When those lotus-shaped eyes fixed on the surviving fiend, it was as if his soul was laid bare, with every single one his secret, sin, and thought stripped of its hiding place.
The surviving fiend trembled violently. Just being seen by those eyes made him feel as though his very existence had been dissected, catalogued, and judged, as though he had been seen through completely.
Then such words began to flow from the golden-haired youth's mouth that they shocked him.
"Your innate ability allows you to transfer damage to your kin. To survive the curse just now, you sacrificed your newborn son. I always knew fiends were scum, but I didn't expect them to be so lowly as to not even spare their own flesh and blood to survive."
