Variance
Éditeur: Kurisu
Hong, the blood-colored fountain was getting increasingly fiercer. At first, it was merely about as wide as an arm, but soon grew to be as wide as an adult man, and eventually as tall as a well. Finally, it became like a natural geyser, waves of blood soaring to the skies as if it meant to flood the whole world.
Ling Han flew upwards all the way. Underneath him was the quickly rising water level. It was practically hot on his heels. Zi, zi, zi, with its terrifying erosive properties, his shoes began to corrode, followed by his socks. The soles of his feet also became extraordinarily itchy as layer after layer of skin peeled off, as if even his blood and flesh was going to be melted, with only his skeleton left behind.
This was really too scary. Merely a little steam evaporated from the liquid had this level of erosive properties... then if he was really swallowed up by the wave of blood, could he still survive?