Regarding these eyes, Dorothy was naturally familiar; they were clearly Audrey's eyes enlarged countless times. Even though they were huge, the fox eyes were still charming and beautiful. However, there was none of Little Fox's usual innocence and cuteness in these eyes; instead, they held the indifference and authority resembling that of the Heavenly Dao.
She looked down from the sky, indifferent to everything, and all beings within these eyes were treated the same, only fit to become puppets at her mercy for manipulation and amusement.
"Oh crap, I'm screwed."
The moment Dorothy saw these eyes, she knew something was wrong. She wanted to close her eyes, but it was already too late.
Those eyes had already been imprinted in her heart, and the purple pupils seemed to contain all the beauty of this world, captivating her.
Thus, the homebody witch's eyes lost their sparkle, and she became a statue-like puppet, standing motionlessly.
