Koga Lunyue looked at herself in the mirror, removing the colored contact lens from her left eye and examined it from all angles.
In fact, even without the contact lens, others, as well as electronic surveillance equipment, wouldn't notice anything abnormal. Even after a full-body check-up at a private hospital, she still got a clean bill of health.
Even healthier than before, aside from the Demon Pattern covered by the crimson Blood Hand mark on her lower abdomen, all the old wounds from her past missions had vanished.
But when looking in the mirror, Lunyue herself could see it -- that mass of red flesh, like an active tumor, quivering in her eye socket.
This eyeball was completely out of her control, moving like a living thing on its own; it might suddenly glance aside, or roll back into the skull, or even pop out of the eye socket and dart around as a streak of red light.
