In the dark and now emptied junkyard, Tyler stood at the same spot for quite a while as he blankly stared at his right hand with what others would consider a dumbfounded expression on his face. He squeezed his hand several times and replayed the last sensation he had felt in his mind.
'What, in the world was that? Some kind of defensive spell? '
His mind felt weird as he tried to make sense of what he had felt. The masked man's movements, his tone, and the way he carried himself had all told Tyler that he was indeed a man so what was with that sudden high pitch voice at the end.
Tyler sighed in a sudden wave of mental exhaustion as he threw the matter to the back of his mind, not wanting to stress about irrelevant things.
