When Bruce opened his eyes again, the world had changed completely.
He had thought the nighttime scene was just a dark silver-gray, but now his vision was as clear and bright as dawn. The moist air swirling in the sky, the birds gliding across distant rooftops, and even the insects crawling on the ground all emerged with an unusual sense of depth and vitality.
Night vision.
But that wasn't all. He squinted, and a faint reddish glow covered the edges of his vision, as if to remind him: this was the ultraviolet spectrum.
“...Interesting.”
He did not leave immediately, but turned and climbed up an abandoned tower. The wind at the top was as cold as a knife, but he sat on the eaves like a silent hunter, slowly adapting to his new eyes.
An eagle's vision isn't much better than a human's?
