"Those eyes."
As Corey stood beside the crown of bones in a hundred meter radius that was devoid of any walking dead, Death spoke.
Corey's head moved, and his glowing Tri-Pupil Eyes stared at Death who was hovering in the air while sitting on his throne.
Corey furrowed his brows slightly when he heard the Old One's words and the surprise, disbelief, and suspicion in his voice.
Death frowned deeply as he stared at Corey's eyes.
"So I saw correctly. Those eyes. Why do you have those eyes, mortal?"
The frown on Corey's face reduced, and his expression became expressionless.
Death's frown deepened. "Why do you have the eyes of a Paragon, mortal? Are you a Paragon?"
Corey stared at Death for a few seconds, and then he shrugged with a light smile.
"Who knows?"
Death remained silent for some seconds, and then he looked up.
"The senses and abilities of this wretched body limits me greatly which is why I didn't sense it or notice it immediately.*"
Death looked at Corey.
