The harsh landing should have struck pain unto his elbows and knees. Perhaps, his arms and the sides of his face would have scratched the rough ground, and Moulin would be groaning in pain. However, this was not the case. Underneath him was the familiar softness and firmness of a human body. The youth's fingertips brushed against the soft fabric. And most of all, Moulin could feel the rapid beat of the person's heart and the bountiful ambiance of fresh mana. Who in their right mind would release their mana so freely at this times and within this unholy place.