The Eye Speak

The sensation was overwhelming—so much so that Clyde could no longer stand, move, or even blink without immense difficulty.

This creature… this entity… was beyond human comprehension.

This was not something he was ever meant to see.

Yet, here he was — because he had wanted this. Because he had called upon the creature, and in a rather rude manner at that.

Now, what was he supposed to do?

Clyde's mind was in turmoil.

Pushing aside his panic, he forced himself to focus and calm down. He knew that panic was the root of failure — and death — in any dangerous situation. If he wanted to survive, he needed to regain control.

But it was nearly impossible under the weight of the entity's gaze, which bore down on him like an inescapable force.

Could he even use his powers here?

No — there was no point in wondering. He had to try.