In the next moment, the white clouds gradually dispersed. Descending with a grotesque grin was an elderly figure—his body frail, face wrinkled, and posture hunched.
The white hair on his head was sparse, as if time itself had robbed him of his youth. Supporting himself with a cane in one hand, he wore a peculiar large pouch around his waist. Most astonishing of all, he carried an alchemical cauldron on his back.
One couldn't help but marvel at how his frail frame managed to bear such a colossal burden.
As the old man appeared, Alexander's ears buzzed with a system alert: "Ding! Warning, the target is Level 218 and possesses multiple magical artifacts. This individual is the one who activated the array!"