Mickey's breath caught for a moment.
He saw those eyes—
Deep within the pitch-black pupils, a light was now burning.
The light shifted between gold and Crimson, one moment as dazzling as molten gold, the next as blazing as the setting sun.
Like two inextinguishable flames, they illuminated his pale face.
As that gaze swept over Mickey, he felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
The young man's gaze swept over the crumbling walls, the ever-spreading cracks, and the kneeling Rodrick, finally landing on Mickey.
"So that's how it is."
The voice was soft, almost inaudible, yet it reached Mickey's ears with perfect clarity.
Those eyes, burning with light, met Mickey's gaze directly.
Mickey felt his mind detonate with a BUZZ.
Under the stare of those eyes, he saw countless images—
He saw the young man standing before a tall tower. Beside him was a girl in a black leather skirt and thigh-high boots, clinging to his arm with a brilliant smile.
