"Destroy the Fuckin' corridor…"
Robin spoke in a low, trembling voice, as if even the air itself might betray him, as if he was afraid that someone might actually hear him, his entire body numb with fear, his nerves locked in a state between paralysis and panic.
On the other side, thousands of eyes were staring back at him—eyes of every size and shape, eyes that could no longer even be described as eyes. The more accurate description would have been moons… or even suns, vast luminous orbs burning with alien awareness, suspended in the void like cosmic entities watching from another reality.
Through the Eye of Truth, Robin could read their gazes…
Gazes of curiosity—cold, detached, inhuman.
Gazes of shock—raw and instinctive, like predators surprised by prey that dared to delver itself.
Gazes of hunger—like beasts staring at a piece of meat after centuries of starvation.
Gazes of delight—twisted, anticipatory, filled with cruel fascination.
