NORMAL POV.
Adam fell unresponsive to time. His expression could only give a pygmy of the emotions he felt swell up in his chest. The anguish and anger mixed clearly in an ugly cascade on his face as beads of tears began to flow down his eyes, only to be frozen before it could touch the ground.
His gaze was fixed on Balaq. He had become a sculpture. A magnificent work of art. The mighty figure that protected him seemed to have disappeared in a span of half an hour.
"Do you resent me?" Raph asked as he walked towards him. His body made chilly, crispy sounds as frozen gas exuded from it. "Balaq can still be saved, though finding a cure for him will take time."
Adam stared at him, utterly flabbergasted by his words. His expression quickly changed to disgust. "What? With what audacity?! I begged you! Time and time again. I begged! So why?"
