At this moment, everything around became eerily quiet. The sky in front of Lance blurred and the colours of the small building faded, leaving only the window and the pair of eyes in it.
His pupils dilated, his breaths became difficult, and his heartbeat accelerated. It seemed as though an illusion appeared before him. Lance saw red vapor emanating from behind the blond youth. Thin wisps of vapour were continuously pouring out of his shoulders, neck, top of his head, even from the pores of his face. Finally, they converged above the window, forming a vortex that spun faster and faster...
"Hey, Lance, what's wrong?"
Suddenly, Aro's voice came from ahead. Like a wake-up call, it pulled Lance back into reality.
He took a sharp breath of air, closed his eyes briefly and shook his head. The sense of asphyxiation and oppression gradually dissipated. His back was soaked with cold sweat, making him feel chilled at this moment.
