Wu Hen couldn't help but glance backward.
Without awareness, the sight of pitch-blackness would only seem like a wall, murky and indistinct.
But once something was realized, the protective veil of ignorance shattered, and all nerves tensed instantly, turning a gaze upon the basin's darkness to behold a bottomless abyss where one had just been leaping at the brink!
That chill, instantly freezing his world into an ice field, made Wu Hen's legs feel as though they could not move.
He tried to fight back with his spirit, only to find himself sinking deeper, completely dominated by an unknown fear, unable to move a muscle.
Breathing became difficult; sweat poured from his skin like rain.
He did everything he could to withdraw his gaze, then began to employ the hypnosis technique he was once most adept at using.
I see nothing, I know nothing, I understand nothing.
