When Philip emerged from the rubble and reached Gerald's unconscious body, he didn't utter a word. He just stumbled there, dazed, and knelt beside Gerald. His gaze was especially dark and empty as though he had experienced the greatest calamity in his life and suffering from a severe case of PTSD.
The mentalists around Gerald simply allowed the child to approach without interference. Their faces were marked with frowns as they observed him. Especially for those who were at least empaths in level, their frowns were particularly deep and concerning.
"Hey, child, are you hurt?" a soothing female voice echoed behind Philip as if trying to calm his troubled mind.
Hearing this, Philip turned around, his expression blank and devoid of words or reactions. He resembled a lifeless statue, lacking any trace of humanity.
