Upon writing a magic spell in the air, instigating a resonance and through his soul, summoning the power of curse magic originating from the infernal realm, the flesh sword reacted to the curse magic, awakening the eye on the sword's hilt.
Immediately after, the world before him was reconstructed.
Where he stood had altered from the purple cloud, to the mountain peak of a hazy and obscured world.
Above dark clouds, he stood holding the flesh sword tightly. Attracted by an unknown power, Anon's gaze was drawn to the sky above.
Before he could raise his gaze, his heart inexplicably thumped.
To look, or to not look?
Anon did not think much of it.
Then, his eyes perceived.
He saw...
The single eye that covered the skies.
From one end of the world, to the other.
The skies was black because of this eye, and its pupil was like a sun condensed from the most vile energies in the universe.
The color of such eyes... He did not recognize such a color!
