When the man walked in, Merlin's consciousness was not with him. Only the God Cyclop was guarding him.
Under the tree, there was no mist or any light. Everything Merlin saw was just an illusion created by the Alphabet Gloves. So, nothing strange was shown on the outside.
The man walked towards Merlin.
But as he approached, the God Cyclop noticed something.
Cyclop did not act. He let the young man walk closer to Merlin.
The young man cautiously stepped in. His gaze was fixed on the boy.
He walked into Merlin's front and squatted down to stare at him. A strong hand full of wounds lifted and waved past Merlin's face.
“Big brother… Big brother…” The young man called Merlin “big brother," despite his size being three or four times larger than Merlin's.
The young man swayed his body to the left and the right, the hand still waving.
“Are you alright, brother? Why aren't you moving?” said the young man. He had been here for a while but never saw Merlin move.