The figure floated in mid-air, looking like both a fairy untouched by earthly concerns and a demon from the depths of hell.
"It's...it's you!"
When Iris Darren saw the figure, his pupils went wide and his body shook like a leaf.
"Huh? Li...Little Watson?" I couldn't help but stare with wide eyes.
I tried getting up to greet Watson, but my body had zero strength left.
"Saron, help me out here!" I shouted to Saron, panic creeping into my voice.
But Saron stayed quiet, like he'd zonked out completely.
"Saron?" I called again, but still got nothing.
I clenched my teeth and used every bit of energy I had left to yell toward Watson.
But the "Watson" floating up there didn't even glance my way. She just stared down at Iris Darren like she was looking at a bug.
Iris Darren's face went white as a sheet, his whole body shaking nonstop.
Maybe it was terror or something else, but his legs went weak just like mine had, and he couldn't get up at all!
