Meeting An Old Friend (3)

…!

Dellan was taken by surprise.

Something was strange about his vision.

Why was half of it dark?

Why could he feel blood spilling from the side of his face?

Why…

Why was it that Skullius, who was standing before him, was holding in his right hand a large, bloody eyeball with an iris that still shimmered orange!

Everything finally caught up with the Grinning Jester Fox, all the sensations and the dread.

He let out a howl of agony and backed away rapidly, pain throbbing in his empty eye socket.

"What… what did you do?!" Dellan cried, his sharp teeth bared, but he did not pounce.

Skullius' expression as he looked blankly at the quivering beast was cold. He massaged the squishy base of the eye that was in his hand and sighed.