Lin Yi had once witnessed a similar "Angel" projection in front of the Art Building, but what he saw then was merely a few ink blots splattered on a low-dimensional canvas compared to the present moment.
The projection of the "Angel" indeed only deserves to be called a "projection," and the true arrival of its real form at this moment is the real great terror and great eeriness!
In front of them... each strand is wide enough to effortlessly coil around a star, and its length twists towards the end of dimensions beyond cognition, no longer an aggressive entity, but an embodiment of existence itself, an extension of the "Angel's" descended stance.
Déjà vu? No, this is the absolute suppression brought about by the dimensional chasm!
That feeling, so insignificant it cannot be described as "suffocating."
