"When the sky turns dark, a storm is coming."
When Loki said that, the air around him got heavier and it was hard for the others to breathe normally.
Everyone was currently watching as a single man slowly approached the immortal beast before them with small steps.
The world itself seemed to bend at Loki's will for a few seconds.
But then, another change occurred, the gloomy sky suddenly turned brighter, and a flash of light struck in the middle of the man and the beast; it made them both stop.
And the next thing Loki knew, he fully regained his consciousness, and the feeling of losing his good brother was enough to make him feel like drowning.
"Jones… Jones…" Loki kneeled down on the ground and hugged his staff, not letting go of it at all.