Wasn't this a bit too over the top?
The saying that "everything seen through the Firstborn's Vision is wrong the moment you think about it" seemed to have taken on a tangible form at that moment.
The description had worked, but the result it described was truly challenging to one's understanding.
It wasn't real. It was almost like history that had taken place here.
And yet this history had the power to deal a vicious blow to those who came after.
The wound had healed in an instant, but the shock still lingered.
Fu Qian withdrew his gaze from his shoulder and took another step forward.
The strike that had torn open a wound earlier seemed to have been meant to stop him from doing just that.
But now that he was no longer within the Firstborn's Vision, nothing blocked his way.
He had to admit, that sense of dissonance was remarkably consistent.
Without breaking stride, Fu Qian walked through yet another raging storm, the ruins behind him growing distant amid the twists and turns.
And ever since he'd entered this time, that sense that something was off had only grown stronger—
The traces left behind had gone undiscovered, the clashing forces of the Higher Beings had somehow become estranged from one another, and a history that had clearly happened in the past could still harm the present...
Beneath its still-tranquil exterior, this former place of retreat was apparently giving rise to something deeply incongruous. So why was that?
At one point, Fu Qian turned and stepped backward.
Rather than stubbornly pressing on, he let the current carry him. He walked backward through the storm, retracing his steps toward where he'd first come from.
He wasn't doing this for any especially particular reason.
When in Rome, after all. The atmosphere