The eye was simply too large.
The ancient castle couldn't even contain it!
Red mist seeped down from the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the eye floating outside the window. Its bloodshot sclera resembled cracked ceramic glaze. Its gaze was devoid of joy or sorrow, yet it held an indescribable, grotesque aura.
Clammy, damp, unknown...
This was not a power an Evil Star could possess.
The Blood Race Duke's mind went blank.
All reason and lingering fantasies vanished like bubbles at the sight of it.
Only now did he realize the true gap between himself and a Great Evil.
'It's... so vast...'
"So this is..."
"...the Great Evil I've longed for...?!!"
Upon sensing it was impossible to resist, the Blood Race Duke began to mutter like a madman.
'Since death is inevitable!'
He wanted to see that eye clearly!
He wanted to truly touch the power of a Great Evil!
