First, his five senses were being enhanced at an alarming rate.
The world before him seemed to have a veil of haze lifted, presenting itself to his perception with unprecedented clarity and... eeriness.
Feng Mu looked up, his gaze easily piercing through the misty vapor, landing on the white tiles on the opposite wall.
The tiles remained the same, but at this moment in Feng Mu's eyes, they appeared entirely different.
They were no longer spotless and immaculate, but shrouded in a layer of extremely thin, yet undeniably existent... black aura.
This black aura was neither smoke nor shadow; it resembled more of a "base color" of decay and rot clinging to objects, a silent diffusion of "pollution".
It wasn't dense, so diluted it almost seemed like ink thinned a million times, yet it carried an incredibly discomforting, cold and lifeless taste.
It's not just the tiles!
Wherever his eyes landed—the smooth mirror, the ceramic washbasin, the hanging towel, even the toothbrush...
