Atop the central tower of Dark Lord City, Lana Mokos sat with her eyes shut, letting the gentle breeze brush against her face.
The cacophony of the city buzzed in her ears - a noise that she didn't find disruptive but rather intriguing, much like how humans observe the bustling movement of ants.
"Mr. Bain, I'm beginning to understand you," Lana Mokos whispered, subsequently opening her eyes.
Should anyone be observing at that moment, they would notice something eerily captivating about her gaze.
Her eyes bore no pupils, only an abyss of darkness.
Yet, within this void sparkled the light of celestial bodies - the very stars of the heavens reflected in her eyes.
But what would be most chilling to witness was the strange pattern traced by the stars shining within her eyes.
This pattern felt vast, ancient, and profound, as if it had existed since the inception of the universe, exuding an infinite aura.
