Legs, waist, chest cavity...
John's body from the bottom up, no longer responded to his own thoughts.
He used his last "permissions" and turned his head to look at the hand propped against the wall.
Messiah's Eye activated automatically.
John's vision was covered by an aqua blue halo, a massive data grid, spreading outwards with his palm as the center...
The wall was divided.
The lights were replaced by diffused rays.
Colorful fog drifted in the air, but it wasn't the smoky atmosphere of the central ring, but compressed sound information—marked with source tags, visible waves, and decibel attenuation curves.
They stacked together, forming what looked like a huge mist filling the entire corridor.
John was overwhelmed by the massive data, struggling to breathe.
"Ah, huff..."
His throat surged, losing all his bodily permissions in the irresistible tidal wave of nerves.
"Damn it, John, are you okay?"
