A finger gently flicked, and the eyeball resting on the table floated into the air. The thing looked unnervingly lifelike, as if it had been forcibly gouged out from someone's eye socket, then dried and shriveled over the ages.
The surroundings bore mottled bloodstains. Though it was merely a shrunken eyeball, a glance at it was enough to make one's heart skip a beat.
This item should qualify as a special cursed item.
If it fell into an ordinary person's hands, it could drive anyone who stared at it insane.
"Place it near that girl. Before you leave, the energy within the eyeball can serve as a form of intimidation."
"Don't underestimate this eyeball—it was dug out from the skull of a dragon!"
"A real dragon," Hillrenes emphasized.
Roger knew that by "dragonborn," she referred to beings like herself, at the Fifth Tier, though the exact distribution of their strength remained uncertain.
