At that moment, communication between Mel's brain and the body was cut off for a while; time, space, emotion, thought all came together, and his body could not bear such a load, and he collapsed to the ground. He could sense the presence of wild creatures a few feet away, but he lacked the control to raise and swing his arms.
The danger was a step away; even a savage creature so small that he could hold it with both hands had come and licked his face, but Mel still couldn't move. He remained where he had fallen until a green wind carried his body several meters away, and he could not recover from it until his eyes saw the older man who was on the verge of death.
"Who are you? How do you know about the Killing Cycle?"
