Alas, his cries and pleads were all for naught. The cloaked man placed his palm atop the man's head while muttering a spell.
The effect of the spell was immediate. The man's body began emitting a blue mist akin to smoke, which flowed directly into the cloaked man's body.
A sharp cry of agony escaped the man's lips, the black of his eyes vanishing, leaving only the whites as his skin began to shrink together, turning sallow and sunken—almost as if his bones were going to pop out of his thinning skin at any moment. The man's body was contorting in ways that seemed impossible, and Jingwei who was watching felt a wave of horror wash over him.
The cloaked man didn't stop until the man stopped screaming and collapsed lifelessly to the ground, his body dark blue in color.
