"What did you do?" demanded Cassius, his voice tense and filled with suspicion. He was ready to draw his sword without a moment’s hesitation, his sharp eyes darting between Ashok and Karzan, trying to discern the source of the dark liquid streaming from Karzan’s eyes.
Ashok, however, remained silent, his silence spoke volumes. He continued to stare at Karzan, his expression inscrutable.
The room was charged with a palpable sense of dread, the black liquid pooling at Karzan’s feet as it flowed from his eyes in an unrelenting stream.
The amount of the dense black-colored liquid increased even further, now falling from Karzan’s nose, then from his ears. He remained standing like a mannequin, his eyes blankly fixed on Ashok.
"I asked what did you do?" shouted Cassius, his voice edged with caution.
He couldn’t understand what was happening to Karzan. The reason for his caution was fear. He was unable to detect any sort of energy movement from Ashok.
He couldn’t fathom what Ashok had done to reduce Karzan to this state.
If Ashok had cast a spell or used a skill, there would have been some movement of mana inside him, but Cassius sensed no such thing.
The Head Butler moved right beside the Duke, his posture tense and ready to teleport him at a moment’s notice.
This was the first time he had witnessed such an ominous black liquid; even the Greatest Mage of Darkness could not create something of this extent without any incantations or casting.
He realized, with a growing sense of unease, that this kid was merely pretending to be weak.
Meanwhile, Ashok himself was confused, trying to understand what was happening to Karzan. The sight of the dense black liquid streaming from Karzan’s eyes, nose, and ears was bewildering.
’Just what is this guy even seeing inside me that brought him to such a condition?’
Ashok decided to simply observe Karzan, purposefully choosing not to respond to anything.
Why would he, when he could amplify the air of mystery around him and increase the pressure on the Duke? The silence alone was enough for the trio to believe that everything transpiring was orchestrated by him.
Suddenly, Karzan’s face turned deathly pale, as if all the blood had drained from his body. He appeared to be experiencing unimaginable fear, his blank eyes shaking wildly in their sockets. His knees buckled, and he collapsed to the floor, unable to maintain his balance.
From the perspective of the Duke, Head Butler, and Cassius, it looked as though Karzan had surrendered in front of Ashok. The oppressive atmosphere intensified, and the palpable sense of dread hung thick in the air.
The next instant, Karzan let out a pained shriek filled with fear, "PLEASE FORGIVE ME!" His voice echoed through the entire room, shaking everyone to their core.
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Karzan’s head began to bloat, swelling from his brain to his mouth as if air were being pumped into him from the inside. "NOOOOOOOO!"
With his loud, deafening cry, an explosion occurred.
SPLAT!
In a terrifying instant, Karzan’s head erupted like a volcano, sending a gruesome spray of blood and fragments in all directions.
His brain matter, intermingled with shards of skull and torn facial muscles, scattered like macabre confetti.
Among the chaos, one of his eyes, with the lower jaw, tumbled through the air and landed with a sickening thud at Cassius’s feet.
While most of the blood and brain matter splattered onto Ashok’s uniform, turning his golden blazer a gruesome shade of red, some remnants of the brain matter clung to his pants and slowly slid down.
The air was thick with tension, marked by the eerie silence punctuated only by their heavy breathing.
"…"
"…"
"…"
Under the watchful eyes of the three, Ashok brought his trembling hand out of his pocket and clamped it over his mouth.
Cassius moved forward with light steps, maintaining a cautious two-meter distance from Ashok. He watched Ashok’s trembling back, assuming that the boy was shaken by the violent outburst.
But as Cassius drew closer, his eyes finally fell on Ashok’s face.
What he saw shocked him to his core.
Ashok’s cheeks were puffed out behind his hand, his eyes still fixed on the gruesome scene of Karzan’s demise. Small, muffled sounds emanated from him.
Ashok’s shoulders began to shake uncontrollably, and the muffled sounds of laughter grew louder. "Kuek! Kuk! Khem! HA! Haha!"
Unable to contain himself any longer, Ashok’s hand fell away from his mouth, and he burst into maniacal laughter.
"HAHHAHAHHAAHAHA!-
THIS FOOL!-
HAHAHHAHAHAHAA"
His deranged laughter echoed through the silence, as the trio stood paralyzed, unable to comprehend his reaction.
"HAAHHAHAHAAHHAAH!"
For the first time since stepping into the room, the trio sensed an unsettling aura emanating from Ashok. His laughter confirmed the twisted, unnatural side of him, evoking a visceral fear and profound disgust that defied description.
This maniacal-like laughter seemed entirely out of place for a child who was about to enter the Academy.
They realized Ashok was no ordinary child. Beneath his youthful exterior lurked something profoundly inhuman. The word that came to their minds to describe this chilling revelation was:
’A Monster’
That child is a monster, masquerading in the skin of a human, adorned in the prestigious Academy’s uniform.
"HAHHAHAH! THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING GREEDY! HAHAHA!" Ashok’s laughter finally died down as he gazed at Karzan’s lifeless body.
The trio quickly grasped the chilling implications behind Ashok’s words, having learned about the Seeker’s Eye and its limitations from his own mouth.
Karzan’s insatiable greed drove him to uncover Ashok’s secrets, a curiosity that ultimately claimed his life.
The underlying message in Ashok’s words served as a stark warning to the three: ’Do not meddle in matters beyond your power.’
In reality, everything they believed was a monumental misunderstanding that only grew over time.
Their gravest misconception was thinking Ashok was merely pretending to be weak,they imagined power inside of him to be so immense it could kill anyone who merely glimpsed it.
They didn’t knew that Not every special eye creates a bridge between Mortal and God.
Karzan was merely unlucky; had he not chosen to expend his life force, he might have survived.
This circumstantial misunderstanding led them to overestimate Ashok’s threat in their minds.
Why was Ashok laughing? Karzan’s final shout reminded him of the time he sacrificed Adlet.
He instantly recognized Morrathis as the orchestrator behind Karzan’s demise, and he knew the man would find no peace, even in death.