That's right, his skin turned purple, and the veins beneath his flesh slowly bulged out like tree roots.
"Agh!!!" The man screamed, as if enduring unimaginable pain.
He collapsed to his knees, and then—
"Huew!!!"
He vomited up a mouthful of black blood, panting heavily. At the same time, his skin began to regain its original color.
However, his hair seemed to fall out even more, and the remaining strands had turned completely silver.
Fine wrinkles also appeared on his body—very faint, but Noan could still make them out.
It was as if he had instantly aged several years.
"That's…" Khorvath murmured in disbelief, steadying herself against the trunk of a tree. Suddenly, she slipped and fell onto the grass.
"Who's there?!" Khorvath's voice wasn't loud, but in the quiet of this place, it sounded piercing.
Embarrassed, Khorvath looked over at Noan.
Noan shook his head, signaling her not to worry. He stood up and stepped out from the bushes.
