"Look!" Oswald exclaimed. He was pinching his nose and glaring at the deep red matter on his hand.
He was talking to himself and Risandro, but it did not stop Ward from lifting his head. He was shaken, the pristine white teeth in the boy's mouth were lifting dust from the terrible monster he saw fighting against the holy body. And then it happened, the red liquid started to bubble and evaporated, living behind a slight dark trace and a burnt stench. It faded with Oswald's smile and hope to understand the phenomenon.
The headache reached a new height when he tried to corner the thing in his mind, the eye creature's screams weren't loud, they were affecting his thoughts as well, since she looked like Ruth, Oswald's rage ended up generating more, it was dangerous.
Ward's goitre inflated when he felt the touch of the monster tightly gripping on his hand, he was using all his might to crush the indestructible hand, Oswald was redirecting the pain from his head while laughing bitterly.
