The light of sunset bathed the streets of Aurudil, unaware that horror would soon fall upon the city.
Regulus was the first witness to this horror.
Time seemed to stop at that moment, the old lady took a step forward, and her arm stretched unnaturally toward Lisbeth's face.
From her fingers emerged sharp claws that dug between the socket and the eye, then the old lady pulled her arm back.
The eye was torn out with ridiculous speed, so much so that one could almost doubt what they had seen.
"Perfect, one eye should be enough," the old lady said calmly, as she held Lisbeth's eye in her hand.
Her face was calm, as if the old lady were completely oblivious to what had just happened to Lisbeth.
The pain didn't come right away, but when it did, it was torture for the poor girl.
"KYAAAAA," she screamed, as she knelt in pain and held the wound.
Blood began to drip through her hands, as she let out a scream that would make anyone's hair stand on end.
