Haven placed a hand on Noel’s shoulder. In a blink of a second, the man turned miniscule.
“W-whoa whoa whoa— ”
He fumbled, losing his ground as he deteriorates in size.
Haven crouched down to pick him up in her palm. He's now no bigger than the size of a pencil. She lifted him up with ease.
Noel's knees gave out as he watched the ground got further and further away from him. His fingers dug into the creases of Haven's glove for support.
“Careful, don’t hurt yourself,” Haven leaned in, smiling ever so calmly.
“Y- you’re a sync?” Noel looked up at Haven’s gigantic face with fear in his eyes.
“Don’t fall down, alright? I’m going to hide you.”
