As soon as the masked man closed the room's door behind him, his body collapsed to the ground immediately.
He tried to lift his hand and failed. He even tried to crawl and failed at that as well.
The purple light surged out of his eye with force, slipping between his fingers as he tried to cover it.
He pressed his palm tightly over his eye in a desperate attempt to stop it, but the glow intensified until mist began to seep from his skin.
From between his fingers, from his shoulders, from every tiny crack in his body.
Parts of him even lost their shape entirely, turning into wavering patches of mist that dissolved and reformed.
Then, right in front of him, the drifting mist twisted, shrinking and stretching until it formed the shape of a tall figure.
A wide black cloak hid its body, a hood concealed its face completely, and the hem of the cloak rippled despite the absence of any breeze in the room.
