SKREEEEEEEEECH!
The noise scraped against the spiritual sea like millions of rusty blades dragged across a bronze mirror.
Any weaker willed being who heard this noise would've already gone insane.
But Haoran?
He was furious!
"Azathoth!" Haoran screamed.
Just then, a golden third eye appeared on his forehead.
Simultaneously, his left eye turned silver, and his right eye turned purple.
Instantly, the pitch black sea within his spiritual domain ruptured under the sheer, cataclysmic fury of his soul's awakening.
The golden third eye embedded vertically upon the center of his brow snapped open like the fissure of a primordial star, casting a burning, unyielding light of imperial law that pierced through the suffocating gloom.
His left eye, transformed into a pool of pure, polished silver, radiated the absolute concept of creation and life, full of vitality and strength.
His right eye, burning with a deep, cosmic violet, churned with the very concept of destruction.
