Chapter 549: Death Mark

Jake could feel the ghastly and churning dark energy exuding from this old man with every breath he took. With his withered skin and gaunt build, the long, loose, unadorned black robe that this Evolver floated in made him look even more emaciated than he really was, as if his body was nothing more than the fragile frame of a kite.

His fingers were thin and bony, his badly trimmed nails were black with grime, while his short, slicked-back hair and long beard were perfectly groomed. His face also had a rosy complexion attesting to his good health.

Likewise, while the robe appeared to have been hastily sewn and dyed with poor quality wool or linen, his silver boots and the long staff in his left hand were clearly of outstanding workmanship as evidenced by the distinctive faint blue halo enshrouding them.

The staff in particular appeared to be made of ordinary wood, but the eerie shimmer of the crystalline orb embedded in its upper end belied that impression.