I used a sword, a dagger, a giant sledgehammer, but nothing worked. For two hours, I pounded away on that ninth, elusive eye.

I sat down, humiliated that I couldn't gouge out a diamond-category's eye. I wasn't going to eat another core, because that only helped magic.

To the left, I had a large scrapyard, full of broken tools.

I was struck by an idea. I jumped to the ceiling of the dome.

I had a spare sword in the deviant.

The giant sledgehammer of the Autarch fell.

It kicked up rainbow dust-the place had turned rainbow, with the people turning into elves.

The eye was misplaced, but not gouged out.

It took flour more attempts to gouge the eyes out.