The dark-green light morphed into a beam, slamming into the old man's chest and sinking into the loose black robe, akin to sunlight, unstoppable.
Already appearing seven to eight years younger, the old man's expression twisted, and every inch of exposed skin displayed signs of melting.
His aura rapidly waned.
Simultaneously, a burst of vigorous life force erupted from his body. Under the melting skin, flesh and blood writhed, resisting the mutation.
The black-robed old man's eyes darkened, and he abruptly faded away.
In an instant, a hazy face emerged from the armchair at the dining table, blending with the brown wood, about to gain clarity.
At that moment, a cascade of flames descended from the crimson-flame-covered ceiling, soaking the armchair and swiftly setting it ablaze.
Before the brown face could fully materialize, it succumbed to the raging flames, forced to retreat.
