Chapter 11: Discovery
"Don't look if you don't wanna get blasted like Bram," Cail casually warned them.
He turned his back and opened his helmet. He took off the glasses from his eyes and hurriedly shut the helmet cover down.
He touched the gear on the side. He had no idea how these glasses worked, as artifacts seemed to be unpredictable. If someone were to ask him before, "You have a compass that has superpowers. Guess what's the superpower?" he'd answer something similar to direction or navigation. Never would he have thought that it could blast someone away.
He tried to twist the gear. He had never done this before. Fortunately, he had no dilemma as to how he would operate the gear, since the one from the left side seemed to be the only working gear, and it could only be twisted once in clockwise.
He opened his helmet back and put his glasses on, then he closed it again.
The moment his vision adjusted, he felt overstimulated. This reminded him of when he first got his glasses in 7th grade. Everything looked vastly different. Like, hey, you're supposed to see each leaf in a tree? I thought it was supposed to be just a blur.
That was actually a funny but unfortunate moment of his life. He had been nearsighted since he was young, but his mother never noticed. It wasn't until he almost got hit by a car that a good-hearted teacher bought him glasses because his mother didn't think it was necessary.
Back to the present, Cail felt an intense headache and eye strain from what he was seeing.
He had no idea that the world was this colorful before. This was the most color he had ever seen in his entire life; there were even colors that he hadn't known existed before. It was a mix between oversaturation and a fever dream.
Everything had an outline. Cail could even see random blasts of light shooting through the air like it was falling stars.
He looked up. He saw a faint white dome surrounding the entire plaza. "Bind artifact?" he whispered, remembering what Clea said.