The cold burst like a pierced ice cellar, exploding instantly in dorm room 506.
The once warm air was completely withdrawn, and Lu Xuan's breath turned to white mist, as if he had suddenly traversed into winter.
The ceiling reacted first; a layer of moisture quickly seeped across the pale walls, soon forming water droplets the size of soybeans.
"Drip—"
The first droplet splashed on the floor, the crisp sound particularly piercing in the dead silent dormitory.
Mere seconds later, more droplets followed in succession, "drip, drip, drip..."
Dense like a miniature downpour, quickly soaking the floor with puddles, the edges of which faintly crystallized with a thin layer of frost, intensifying the eerie cold.
The visible cold is only the tip of the iceberg; in dimensions beyond mortal perception, the air in dorm room 506 was being twisted by a sinister aura.
