The world of stacked colours diluted and dispersed as i quickly deactivated Eyes of Discerning impulsively, almost on instincts and reaction as if to stop my Ether from getting devoured any longer. The world reverted back to normal and the colours settled, it was like my eyes suddenly snapped awake after a long and deep sleep.
The world seemingly coming to a crawl. My breath hitched, finding it hard to move past my lungs and throat.
"What was that..."
Sweat covered the entirety of my forehead as i felt my heart race and pound like war drums underneath my ribcage, the loud thumping seemingly resounding amidst my racing thoughts.
I stared at my lean left arm with alarm, high on alert. With the skill deactivated, the mutilated limb looked almost as normal as any other time before — the massive scars and twisted, folded flesh was still there and my left arm was still thoroughly lacking in muscle density, looking almost like it was mummified.
