He lowered his head, looking at the machines flashing around him, the machines trembling and beeping, displaying that the figure on the bed still had life signs.
This figure's face was old, skin deathly pale.
The hooded figure gazed at the elderly's heaving chest, falling into a brief silence.
Then, he gazed at the elderly's tightly closed eyes, seemingly recalling something, and sighed lightly.
After a brief silence, he slightly raised his hand.
A rich yellow radiance gathered in his hand, coalescing into glowing light particles, and beneath these sparkling points, the whole space-time seemed to distort.
He lifted his hand, reaching for the elderly's throat.
The entire process was unusually silent, calm.
As if nothing happened, yet as if this was meant to happen.
——
Hidden Space
Beneath the brilliance that filled the firmament, the elderly holding the magic wand raised his head, looking at the shadows emerging from all directions.
