Almost the instant the tenth moon appeared in the World of Nine Yin's sky, the old man who was sitting and meditating with his body hidden under the fog beside the rapidly fossilizing Candle Dragon's carcass suddenly trembled. He opened his eyes swiftly and coughed out a mouthful of blood.
When that blood first appeared, it was still red, but it soon turned black. When it fell on the ground before him, sizzling sounded in the air. The old man's face was pale to the point of being bloodless. There was also a spot about the size of a fingernail on his forehead which had turned black.
That black smudge was still stretching outwards slowly, and a rotten stench was spreading out of that black patch. It smelled like the stench of decay.
"What a powerful Curse…" the old man mumbled to himself in a hoarse voice. By the time he finished saying those words, the black patch had spread to his entire forehead.
