Standing at the forefront was the fortune-teller woman he had seen earlier in the bar. By now, she had removed the black cloth wrapped around her head, revealing her true appearance.
In the dim streetlight, her face was momentarily difficult to discern.
Smith squinted his eyes, staring straight at the woman, then let out a shriek.
"Ah!"
He saw that on the woman's forehead, there was a third eye!
Upon closer inspection, this eye was utterly unlike any normal eye. Like the compound eye of a fly, the woman's third eye contained countless smaller pupils, the entire eye presenting in a dark red color.
Smith had never seen such a monstrosity! He was momentarily so frightened that his legs went weak. Isabella, standing nearby, also noticed this and turned a bit pale, but her courage was far greater than Smith's, and she did not scream.
"Alexander..." Isabella started to raise her head, wanting to say something.