Yarin's POV:
For a few seconds, I thought I was under some witchcraft. Otherwise, why would I have such a colorful and creepy illusion before me?
"What the f*ck is this…" I heard a warrior beside me muttering.
As time passed, the scene outside the window kept changing. Some were chaotic, some were monotonous, and some were flickering.
It was as if a huge color tray had been overturned in my field of vision. Sticky paint flowed slowly, making me think of poisonous caterpillars and vicious snakes. I even had the illusion that I was about to drown in it.
"Everyone, stop looking out the window!"
Aunt Eve's roar called me back. I took a deep breath and realized I had been unconsciously holding my breath just now and almost suffocated myself.
Cold sweat had already soaked my clothes, and now it clung to my body like the paint in my fantasy had invaded my body.
I shivered.
