Viola imagined the scene:
The bewildered newcomer to the plane consciousness, upon "waking up," "senses" a terrifying presence within its body, an "alien object" poking around everywhere...
The anger and agitation on her face gradually replaced by a peculiar expression.
Seems… plausible?
Especially at this moment, the green plane outside the porthole, which destroyed all arrays, did not show any intent to pursue or destroy anything further.
On the contrary, the surface of its plane barrier showed a rapid and irregular writhing, with energy flow fluctuating in intensity, sometimes bulging and sometimes contracting, overall appearing…
"Just like a bristled cat, all tense and twitching…" Viola instinctively whispered.
She hesitated, feeling the metaphor was absurd yet surprisingly apt.
