He lowered his head and looked at the flashing machines around him. They vibrated and beeped, showing that the figure on the hospital bed still had vital signs.
The figure had an aged face and deathly pale skin.
The hooded figure watched the Old Man's rising and falling chest and fell silent for a moment.
Then, gazing at the Old Man's tightly shut eyes, he seemed to recall something and let out a soft sigh.
After a brief silence, he slowly raised his hand.
Dense Yellow Radiance gathered in his hand, condensing into scattered points of light. Beneath those glittering motes, space and time itself seemed to begin warping.
He raised his hand and reached for the Old Man's throat.
The entire process was strangely quiet and calm.
As though nothing had happened, and as though this was exactly what should have happened.
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Hidden Space
Beneath the radiance filling the heavens, the Old Man holding a staff raised his head and looked at the shadows emerging from every direction.
Shimmering lightning descended from the sky, shattering those shadows.
But new shadows quickly emerged.
"Doing this is nothing but a waste of effort," the Old Man said, staring at the shadows with a deep frown.
He raised his staff again, and dazzling lightning fell from the sky like a tidal wave, sweeping across the silent darkness below the ground.
Sizzle--
Amid the sounds of shadows and flesh being scorched, the Old Man lifted his staff, suddenly spun around, and dodged to the side.
Thick venom streaked through the sky, passing through the spot where the Old Man had just been standing.
Wherever the venom passed, even space showed visible ripples.
Yet after dodging, the Old Man did not stop. Without hesitation, he swung his staff behind him.
At some point,