The thick stench of blood mingled with the smell of rust in the gale, drifting everywhere with the blood mist, as though it had stained even the lights in the hall a terrifying crimson.
Seeing Lin Yi's reaction, Lao Mo knew that the fellow really did catch on with the slightest hint. He had pulled his visual layer straight to the truest face of the Art Building's hall.
He nodded slightly and commented, "It seems you have a self-protective masking layer... so at any given moment, you first see what you think 'should be' there, and only afterward discover what was 'supposed to be' there."
"Like... some kind of gradual 'adaptive' process... truly remarkable."
"'Adaptation'?"
"'Adaptation' again?!"
Did that word really carry that much weight?
Almost everyone Lin Yi encountered would mention "adaptation" after learning about his situation, making it seem as though he carried a label like "Batman's superpower is being rich."
"What superpower do you have?"
"I can adapt to a lot of environments..."
Was he Darwin from the X-Men?
Lin Yi had no interest in making any more quips, because he had already found the source of the gale-a hole overhead in the dome!
Above the hall, countless stained glass windows had been fitted together into a stained glass painting across the dome. It closely resembled the stained glass paintings depicting religious mysteries found in every church. Now, however, the window was shattered, covered in cracks as though something terrifying had lashed it.
A corner was also missing, seemingly damaged by that strike. Fierce winds and torrential rain poured into the hall through the breach. Once inside, the rain was quickly shredded by the gale and mixed with the bloody vapor, forming the blood mist that now filled the air.
On the walls surrounding the hall, the