With a flourish of both hands, he flicked every last trace of blood from the blades, smoothly sheathed them, and slid the twin swords back onto his back. After sweeping his gaze across the room and confirming that no one had escaped, he charged once more toward the shattered window.
The audience watched the powerful figure who had just stormed into a room full of gangsters rush toward them. Even though they knew it was a film, they instinctively felt fear and wanted to dodge.
Before they could react, however, the view rapidly pulled back and shifted beyond the broken window.
The man in black leaped from the third-floor window and landed steadily on the street below the next moment.
But he did not leave immediately. Instead, he looked up into the sky above the street. Under the dim streetlights, fine drops of rain fell from the sky and shattered against the ground.
The audience, who had followed him back onto the street, noticed faint flickers of light above their heads and instinctively looked up as well.
They immediately discovered a curtain of rain hanging overhead. Raindrops reflected the streetlights as they fell, vanishing only a few dozen centimeters above their heads.
They could clearly see every raindrop falling, as though they only needed to reach out to catch one.
The film had only been playing for a few minutes, yet they had already been completely drawn in.
The visuals were indistinguishable from reality, and the tightly connected, fluidly shifting perspectives gave them a sense of being there in person, as though they could stand up, walk out, and truly take part in the film's story.
Two hours later, the film ended, but the people in the theater remained seated, reluctant to get up for a long time. There was