The eyeball slowly rotated. It was enormous, easily ten meters across, suspended in midair with no visible support. Thick veins of molten gold and pitch-black shadow crawled across its surface. The sclera wasn't white but a deep gray, cracked like cooling lava, while the iris burned with layered rings of gold and crimson.
"Huh… ugh… Greetings? Hello?" Damon bowed slightly, showing a little respect for the freakish, unknown thing, maybe even convert this interaction into a conversation but the eyeball did not really care about such formalities.
Damon only had a moment to spare before a golden lightning bolt popped out of the eyeball. It came straight for him, and it held an enormous amount of attack power.
"Shit!"
