...Elder Zod was not alone. A nurse walked beside him, hands steady on the handles of the wheelchair that bore him forward. The chair itself was a marvel—smooth silver curves laced with glowing runes, tubes and crystal orbs pulsing with a faint golden light.
Every hum and flicker spoke of enchantments designed not merely for comfort but for keeping him alive.
He had become really old. Then again, this much was normal for people that could not attain a certain level of cultivation.
Perseus's gaze softened. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and bowed his head in respect.
The old man lifted one trembling but steady hand to rest on Perseus's shoulder. His voice, though aged, carried warmth.
"It's good to see you. A hundred years looks good on you."
Perseus smiled faintly. "And also you."
