All of a sudden, the boy's spear began to swirl with a black-and-white aura, the creaking of the metal echoing through the entire city. It was as if the spear itself was fighting to keep itself intact while external forces pushed its own body outwards, twisting it and then contorting it. And it struggled. Like a lot, a lot.
"Hm?"
But then, just as the spear looked as if it was about to shatter into thousands of pieces, the closed eye, which I thought was just a decoration in the center of the spear, snapped open. It made a grotesque fleshy sound as its second clear eyelid came over, moistening the dark red pupil.
Squirming around in its socket, it looked for the source of power, attempting to tear it apart. But upon realizing that the source of power was all around it, it strained, going bloodshot while revealing the hundreds of veins hidden deep beneath it.
