The boy reached out, and Elias slashed with the spear again, but it passed through the boy; his legs were rooted to the ground, or he would be running, and as the sense of danger kept increasing in his heart, Elias stopped all of his actions and fully concentrated on making his body just… move!
As if the boy was mocking him or perhaps even curious, his small hand reaching for him slowed down, and there was a challenge in his eyes, but after a few seconds, Elias could only move his right hand and his head. The boy sighed in disappointment, and his hand accelerated and pressed against Elias's chest.
Elias felt nothing, even though his eyes were telling him that the boy's hand was pressed against his chest. Suddenly, the nine purple marks on his chest flared painfully, and Elias felt something tug on something inside him.
