Ethan opened his eyes, and the world exploded into a symphony of impossible detail. The colors were breathtaking—vibrant, deep, and layered in ways he had never seen before. He looked at the silk curtain hanging by the bed; he didn't just see the fabric, he saw the individual microscopic fibers. He focused further, his vision zooming in with terrifying precision until he could see the dust mites crawling between the threads.
He tried to push the vision even deeper, seeking the atomic structure of the air itself, but a sharp, white-hot needle of pain stabbed through his temples.
[Master, I advise you to stop. You do not yet possess the spiritual power to wield the full magnitude of the Amethyst Eyes,] Crul's voice echoed in his head.
Ethan winced, sitting up slowly. His body felt lighter, yet pulsing with a dormant, heavy energy. "So this is it... can you tell me what happened? How long was I out?" Ethan said.
