In a lounge that had a wide area, Vikram clasped his hand to his back and calmly gazed at the hundreds of teenagers that were displaying a myriad of emotions.
They ranged from shedding tears, shouting curses, fearful exclamations, and even puking—though all that they could vomit out was water—till they fainted. Vikram felt nostalgic as he saw their actions. It was what he and his fellow comrades had experienced after their first fight with the insects.
Even though it had occurred only a day ago, it seemed as if a long time had passed for Vikram. Every hour, every minute, and every second felt many times longer than what they had been used to before when they were big. Moreover, if he concentrated his senses to their limits, he could further slow down his perception of time, making
