"The Seeker's Eye. Isn't that the name of the special eye that your Ugly God blessed you with after you sacrificed the eyes of Hundred Virgin Girls?" asked Ashok with a wide smile.
Karzan's face contorted in immediate rage. His breath came in quick, shallow bursts, "HOW DO YOU KNOW?" Karzan bellowed, his voice containing uncontrolled rage.
Karzan's face twisted into an expression of pure fury with the mere mention of his sacred gift, it had struck at the very core of his being.
His name was one thing but the name of the blessing granted by the Great One even the nature and number of sacrifices. Karzan had to know, how could this kid possibly possess such knowledge?
Karzan's explosive outburst left no room for doubt—it was a clear confirmation of his identity as a Cultist. As his words spilled forth, revealing the horrific nature of the sacrifice he had made, the faces of the three men present twisted in revulsion.
