In the sky, Pei Yan, completely freed from the spell's constraints, flaunted the trophy in his hand. Seeing Aleister's spirit and will utterly broken, he felt his life force and soul uncontrollably draining from his body at that moment. His body went limp, and he could no longer hold on, collapsing to the ground.
Fortunately, Hecate, standing nearby, had already noticed something wrong with his body. She quickly supported him, preventing this old mage who had fought to this point from losing his last bit of dignity. Aleister, supported by Hecate, lowered his head. His short hair, damp with sweat, dripped sweat that mingled with the blood ceaselessly oozing from his mouth and nose, forming a trickle that dripped to the ground. At that moment, the youthful body he had restored with magic rapidly deteriorated. His once lustrous brown hair gradually turned white, and clumps of it fell out, while his youthful, resilient skin began to sag and wither.
