"You're deceiving me again... No, it can't be, wait a moment, is it really you, young Mr. Malin?" Old Bill finally reacted this time, seemingly also understanding that the skin-peeler couldn't fabricate a human voice it didn't recognize.
Malin reached out and grabbed the bundle of dynamite: "It's me, Old Bill. If I had been a little later, you would barely be able to piece yourself together now." As he spoke, Malin threw the bomb aside and glanced at the skin-peeler, which was retreating incredulously. But as Malin directed his attention to it, the machine began to self-combust—the holy flames scorched the deformed machine, and soon it stopped moving. Having lost its twisted soul and driving core, it turned into a useless pile of scrap.
Malin cast a healing spell formation on Old Bill, whose eyeballs began to regenerate, causing the old man to scream. But when he found himself seeing Malin again, the elderly man shed tears.
