"So what's the plan?" Neto asked, his voice low as he glanced nervously at the chanting figures drifting closer.
"We stop him," Tyler said pointed at the running old man.
Tyler didn't hesitate. His eyes were fixed on the old man who kept running in uneven loops through the streets, the only one who didn't preach, the only one who seemed afraid.
Before Kaeya or Neto could react, Tyler stepped out from their hiding place and moved straight into the street. The moment his foot touched the open road, several preaching old men turned toward him at once, their hollow eyes locking onto his figure.
"The mortal disaster is coming…"
They began to shuffle forward, voices overlapping into a maddening chorus.
Tyler ignored them. He planted himself directly in front of the running old man just as the figure rushed toward him. Tyler extended his hand, palm open, intent on stopping the old man by force.
The old man collided with him.
