Through that massive single eye, Ethan saw himself inside the palace.
He also saw the Level Four Cyclopes standing there with their heads lowered, and the glowing stones laid out in front of them like offerings.
The vision lasted only a split second.
When Ethan snapped back into his own body, Veyrion had already stopped struggling.
It was like it had just glimpsed something unspeakable—something that didn't belong in this world. The huge eye stared at Ethan in raw terror, tears spilling nonstop from the corners.
"I'm sorry!"
"I'm sorry!"
"I was wrong!"
"I really was wrong!"
Ethan… sort of understood why it had changed so suddenly.
The white sphere of energy in his palm drifted to a stop in front of Veyrion instead of smashing down.
Ataneya eased up too.
The moment her fox tails loosened, Veyrion collapsed bonelessly onto the golden stone slab, barely alive, sucking in ragged breaths.
But its injuries were healing so fast it was hard to believe.
Split skin sealed itself.
