My eyes began to transform. I felt a searing heat and a sharp, stinging pain, like needles stitching through my corneas, but soon the transformation was complete.
Now, the world looked like a shattered mosaic of information. I could see Bale's mana swirling around him like a violent, golden cyclone.
I could see his muscles tensing, vibrating with the force of his draconic blood, and even the individual motes of dust flying away from him—propelled by his aura—were visible to me.
I glanced at the soldiers on the sidelines; they were moving as if they were submerged in thick honey. One was raising his hand to point, but the movement was agonizingly slow. When they spoke, the sounds were deep, distorted rumbles.
So this how it works.
Not only can I see an opponent's mana flow or the internal mechanics of their body, but I can also process everything at a slowed-down pace. It was like someone had toggled the world's speed from 1x to 0.25x.
Whoosh!
