The middle-aged man curled up on the ground blinked hard, as if his memory, mind, soul, and body had been divided into different layers by some kind of force. As a result, he was unable to think and understand the situation before him like a complete human being. This state lasted for several more seconds, when some disordered and shattered fragments of thought finally reorganized in his consciousness, and he finally remembered who he was, and also recognized the woman in front of him.
"Beltira..." he hesitated to speak, his voice hoarse and inhuman, chaotic thoughts crashing through his mind. As his memories started to gradually resurface, his expression became increasingly terrified, "I... I... what have you done..."
