The sacred flame in Elias's eye socket shrank to a tiny point, then fiercely wavered as if wanting to burst into a blaze.
That was the manifestation of the authority he held; the supreme authority bestowed by the God of War had perfectly merged with his innate heterochromatic eyeball, turning that eye into the best vessel, a direct conduit for divine power.
Conversely, the one parasitizing a sliver of the Mother of Depravity's consciousness and the stolen eyeball of the God of War clearly could not withstand such overloaded power. His host body began to collapse; his limbs withered at a visible rate under the pressure of this level of confrontation. His already pale complexion turned even more ghastly white like a corpse, his flesh cracking, yet the expression on his face was one of madness, an excitement that bordered on morbid devotion.
He slowly reached out his left hand, which had begun to shrivel and wrinkle, tightly grasping his right wrist.
"Rip!"
