Loninles could not see its true form, and the actor's mask did not have any features, only an oval-shaped mirror. The mirror actor slightly raised its head, and the face of the old mage appeared in the mirror.
"You don't know my identity, but I know you like the back of my hand. Ah, Loninles Ricklu, the lonely and eccentric old man. You detest the presence of others, fear false interactions, and are unwilling to open your heart even at the cost of reviving the dead. You're just like those antiques, one day no one will care, and you will fade away in the shadows."
The old mage stroked his beard, surprisingly not losing his temper.
"You're a young brat," he stated confidently. "Arrogant, self-righteous, thinking you can stand up to me just because you have someone backing you. Indeed, I don't want to waste my energy on trash. I particularly despise fools like you who think they can do as they please...
And I'm happy to give them the lesson they deserve."
