Lucas Pastor, sitting on the ground, stared blankly up at 'him'.
Then that human... no, whatever it was, whether human or not, met his gaze.
'Its' gaze seemed to pierce through his pupils into his brain. His entire head felt hot, as if a burning spear had been thrust into it.
And his body was frozen cold, unable to move.
All he could do was tremble violently, as if convulsing. He couldn't manage any movement beyond that.
For a moment, Lucas thought that man had put a curse on his body. With the power he had demonstrated so far, couldn't he easily achieve that too?
And a little later, he realized.
What stopped his body was purely his own fear.
The man's mouth opens.
"Do not be afraid."
Immediately, Lucas hears whispers in all the languages he knows. This is like, this is like...
"Why should you and I become bloody here?"
...it was as if the Holy Spirit had descended upon his lips.
"He-heretic..."
