As they looked back, the rift in the Abyss grew wider and more ominous. Dark tendrils shot out from its depths, lashing out around them, causing the ground to crack. The ground shook violently, and a deafening roar echoed through the Abyss.
In the middle of the Abyss, Lyle and the others suddenly saw something.
An eye.
They saw one singular eye that had opened, and even in the darkness that covered the Abyss, the darkness that devoured even light, one could see it.
A red eye with a black iris, was what they saw, and the mere sight made them all freeze, unable to move a single inch.
They were all Grand Knights and Mages, and yet, just by seeing one eye, they were put in such a position.
It was impossible for them to do anything, even breathing was incredibly difficult.
The eye did nothing but stare at them, it did not even blink.
