Lamont casually opened his palm.
An eyeball wriggled continuously in his hand, followed by a worm-like part behind it, frantically trying to burrow into Lamont's skin.
He handed the Eye of Wisdom to Cohen.
"If you want to break free from fate, you must at least see it first."
Cohen stared at the "monster" in Lamont's hand, his adam's apple moved, but he remained silent.
His only desire in life was freedom, and for that, he was willing to do anything – praying, killing, bowing down, begging, and enduring torment.
Anything.
But he could never betray his freedom again.
Lamont saw his doubts:
"I am not Shana. If it were your mother, I might try to control her, as she holds some value to me, but you...
"You are useless to me. This eye will not take away your freedom or soul, and besides, you have no choice."
Yes, Cohen knew he had no choice.
He reached out and grabbed the eyeball:
"Shana..."
Lamont said:
