Chapter 298

The vertical eye in the center of the three-eyed raven’s forehead was like a deep-sea whirlpool—bottomless, haunting—carrying a suction that could shake a soul loose and drag it into oblivion.

Just like Snowball’s vertical eye.

Drogo had heard descriptions from people who’d seen Snowball’s third eye—how it felt as if even your soul would be yanked out of your body and hurled into an abyss.