Levi was too occupied with the sensations flooding his mouth to notice their expressions... or how Ash'Kral kept his tongue withdrawn for the remainder of the evolution.
He tasted blood... but it tasted nothing as it did before.
The sensation struck with such force that he almost mistook it for another attack on his nerves.
Metal, salt, proteins, moisture... impressions arrived separately, each exact enough for him to follow, yet all present at once... hell, he couldn't even recognize half of them.
He knew the blood came from his own mouth... and yet, its contents divided in his awareness, exposing structures and relationships he could distinguish without effort.
His attempts to concentrate on one detail left the others available, waiting for his attention.
In simple terms, it was like tasting soup and being able to distinguish every ingredient at once... even unfamiliar spices.
