Doctor Du Zemu took a small breath of cold air.
Even though he had guessed that Professor Montreya's situation was very bad, actually witnessing it surpassed his imagination. The professor before him had dried-up blood and shriveled flesh, like a corpse barely revived by necromancy, resembling a skeleton. The wide black robe draped over him hung loosely, with almost nothing to support it.
If it weren't for the steady and forceful breath he heard a moment ago, he would have almost thought the professor was dead.
As he stood there, stunned.
A low laugh came from Professor Montreya beside him.
