Rick slumped in his chair and gasped for air. His right eye felt like it was vibrating, and he couldn't figure out why.
"HAH! HAH! HAH!" He starts breathing hard like someone who just lost their ability to breathe oxygen.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS HE THINKING WHILE DOING THIS TO ME!?" Rick screamed in his mind, full of frustration. "My fucking eye...!"
"My fucking eye hurts so fucking badly!!! It's like getting stabbed nonstop, and the pain just gradually spread around my body!"
When he tried to open it, his vision was flooded with information. He could see magical auras, spiritual energy, and the flow of power through everything in the tent.
It was beautiful, scary, and too much to handle all at the same time. "T-The fuck...?"
"What... what did you..." Rick couldn't put together full sentences.
Zork said, "The Eyes of the Demon King," as he casually used demon magic to heal his own empty socket.
