"What touch?"
Ash felt perplexed. These mages always came up with new terms he had never heard of.
"He actually succeeded, Heath actually succeeded! How is that possible, how can this be possible!" Selin whispered hoarsely, suddenly transforming into a master of desk clearing, fiercely striking the desk. With a push, he swept everything off the desk onto the floor, where it shattered into several pieces with a snap.
Ash swallowed his saliva. "Calm down, calm down. Why don't you explain the situation to me? Maybe I can offer you all sorts of support other than concrete help—Hmm!"
The trunk suddenly compressed inward. Ash immediately felt an overwhelming pressure from all directions, squeezing him so he could hardly catch his breath, making even breathing an extreme struggle, as if he were about to become a flattened Ash pancake!
I, I can't breathe!