Prologue 29 (Part 1) Haron Javan and Zlai Dfon (1).

Haron Javan looked at his fist in question at what he had just felt, ignoring her overly calm voice, but still arced his arms till his elbows faced the ceiling as hitting her rebounded him to the ground from the ceiling.

*"Troll Acquisition: Havoc Fists."*

His forearms shone Light Blue Ko-jin until some watching almost got blinded and he noticed one of

her arms splayed out as if telling him to wait.

*"Zone Rejection."*

Then, suddenly, the distance between the open palm and himself seemed to extend as if reality itself were literally telling Haron Javan to wait in his malevolent desire to reach her.

*"Zone Call."*

He then felt the reverse, he was pulled against his will as if the very fabric of distance thought that it would give him a chance to reach her.

Her fist met his face and the orientation had totally ruined his burrowed body's function to understand

where he was exactly or how he had gotten where.