The burning stopped abruptly.
The blue glow began to recede, fading inward like a tide pulling back from shore, until the golden slit pupil dilated wide, almost swallowing the blue entirely.
"Give me power to… slaughter my enemies…"
[…Your body is untrained… You will die in a few months... That is, if luck shines on you…]
"G-Give me power… to slaughter my enemies…" she repeated, tears streaming from her dead eyes down an expressionless face.
[The power inside just this eye is still immense... even for a powerful human it woul—]
"Give me power… sniff... to s... slaughter my… enemies... sniff, sniff... P-Please... I h-have to atone...sniff… Please…"
[…Very well…]
***
CRUNCH. CRUNCH.
CRUNCH. CRUNCH.
The wet, rhythmic impacts echoed through the ruined square like someone pounding raw meat with a dull hammer; with each strike sending up small sprays of red fluid, bone fragments, and clumps of matted hair.
