The lunatic still wore a grimy linen shirt and yellow trousers, as if changing clothes was not part of his plan.
Upon hearing Lumian's words, he looked up, revealing a face obscured by a black beard.
It seemed as though he had forgotten Lumian entirely. His blue eyes were empty, clouded over.
"I'm dying, I'm dying!" He clutched his shoulder, which was hidden beneath his unruly black hair, and let out another terrified scream.
Lumian approached, his left hand gloved in black, and drew out Fallen Mercury. With a swift motion, he plunged it into the lunatic's shoulder.
The filthy linen shirt tore open, revealing a shallow wound that still oozed blood.
The lunatic stood frozen, as if the long-awaited judgment had finally arrived.
After a few seconds, he collapsed to the ground, placing his hands on the floor as he scrambled away from Lumian.
In his terror, he cried out, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
