Parts of the eyeball scattered like debris from an exploded building. Chunks of the white part were the size of boulders, while smaller ones were no bigger than a person. It was disgusting.
Even the monster's pupil had rolled off to the side, lying near a few knights who were poking it with their swords. The thing twitched like a muscle every time they touched it.
'What the hell…'
It looked like something straight out of a gore fetish manga—completely deranged and stomach-turning.
Turning to Theron, Finn's face twisted with disgust and disbelief. "That all came from one eyeball…?"
"I'm afraid so, Finn," Theron said, sighing.
"Well, damn…"
Majestria folded her arms smugly. "Very smart of you, Finn. I wonder what else it could have been?"
"You're one to talk! You're no better—actually, no—you're worse! Way worse!" he shot back, shaking his fist.
Gasping dramatically, she pointed at him. "Take that back!"
"Never!" he said, turning away with defiance.
