Garten silently screamed, moving as best as he could.
He was about to curse anything visible through his black eyes that were still his own. But even though his voice could be heard, he was alone in this space.
The unseen and unfelt force slowly seeped in. When it tried to enter through his mouth, Garten closed it, but the force continued to crawl in through his nose, ears, and his severed throat.
*Kkaaaaaaah!*
Garten screamed without making a sound. More than just pain, his soul was being torn apart.
He squeezed his eyes shut with all his might, but how much power can eyelids have?
His tender eyelids, unable to bear it any longer, split open, and his black eyes, which were never truly his to begin with, were pulled out.
The cursed eye that had taken root in his soul was plucked out, and his soul was torn apart by the force of the cruel and thoughtless plucking.
"Really, it's undercooked," the being grumbled.
