A golden light lit up deep within his pupils, and the gray space around him became transparent in his eyes.
Those eerie structures floating in the air were peeled away layer by layer in the view of the All-Purpose Eye.
And then he saw the eerie whispers hidden in every corner of this space.
They had no fixed form, like constantly twisting smoke, curled up under the stairs, in the layers of rooms, and in the cracks of the gray ground.
From the power distribution and symbiosis, it seemed these eerie whispers were not the masters of this space, but parasites.
In the real world, they could blend into the rules, making them difficult to capture.
But in this alternate space created by the "stairs," the rules were incomplete, and they couldn't blend in, only hiding in this semi-corporeal form.
Jeming's lips curled up into a smile.
This thing was practically at his fingertips.
He extended his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing down.
