The man named Iron Eye had normal vision. He received this nickname for accurate shooting from any type of weapon. And also for the special shine from under the eyelids pulled down over the pupils, characteristic of people prone to using hallucinogens. A powerful, incomparable, uncontrollable discharge of the original essence of the dying monument to the deities flowed along the patterned blade into the body of the stunned hero. However, not yet fully understanding what was happening, Iron Eye was in no hurry to pull the sword out of the collapsing enemy. This was his breakfast, and he wanted to eat it to the end.