[ Even if he wanted to call out to his guardian, it was as though there was a hand on his vocal cords, preventing all forms of verbalization to the point where there wasn't so much as a single sound to escape the good Bishop. His body refused him, paralysis making his limbs heavy and numb.

Exposed, and powerless, he was but one creature in the midst of so many others, surrounded by God only knew what sort of beings. For all the strange communications to pass through the device he'd found, this 'Salkia Island' was proving to be stranger still.

From the neck down he felt like someone had inserted an anesthesia into his body, if nothing else. Woozily, Maxwell managed to lift his head, making out a looming silhouette in the distance.]

A...A..nder...son?

[He croaked, though barely above a whisper.]