ونډول شوی غږيز

I stood there looking at Guthree with vengeful eyes, they were not directed toward him but flashes of the horror our people have had to live through during these eleven years flooded my mind. His eyes turned a deep red, and his teeth grew to an impressive length before I realized they were simply falling from each root. His new eyes bleed from each duct; leaving a mixture of coagulated flesh around his upper cheek. The eyes distorted into ellipsoids that bulged from each socket, before bursting