If one day you suddenly became able to see the emotions everyone most wanted to hide, what would you do?
Seventeen-year-old Lu Huo really did see them.
Exhaustion was gray. Protection was white.
And the things suppressed for so long that even their owners didn't dare face them
turned black.
At first, Lu Huo thought he had simply gained a strange pair of eyes.
Until gray mist poured from his chest.
One gentle palm strike, and the wall cracked.
Until, on the subway, a man crushed by life suddenly raised his head and looked at him with pitch-black eyes:
"So you can hear it too."
That was when Lu Huo realized
emotions really could kill.
And deep in his consciousness, a black sword had been waiting for him for a long time.
It could grant him power far greater than the gray mist.
It also knew every secret he refused to admit.
It said just one thing to Lu Huo:
"Take hold of me."
Gray can strengthen.
White can protect.
Black can destroy.
As more and more people were swallowed by their own mental seas, Lu Huo had no choice but to enter those out-of-control emotions again and again.
But the real danger had never been the monsters.
It was the question the black sword inside him asked every time he tried to save someone
"Why save them?"
"Wouldn't destroying them be faster?"
