Ross moved with unease all over the ground, blinking constantly as a ringing sound kept its frequency in his ears, signaling that his mind was malfunctioning.
The punch he received was devastating—it sent him to the ground like a hammer hitting his face. A clack on his forehead testified to that, showing that he was still human, just slightly battered.
The feared Faceless Boy was just a no-show, just like his deceased mother had muttered.
His vision fumbled as well, seeing four of everything: the stars in the sky, the lights on the house, and in the middle of it all, a blurry Zabi with a smirk on his face.
Grab!!
Zabi went for Ross's right leg, grabbing it with extraordinary force. Like a matchstick, he carried him with ease—just like Ross did earlier. The sound and the blurry vision never softened the experience, never made it less overwhelming.
He pulled him up, lips moving as he muttered something that sounded like little more than background to the ringing in Ross's ears.
