Two months had passed since the start of the lessons.
His bandages had been removed for three weeks, revealing scarred skin where silver lines ran, remnants of the fissures that had covered his body.
That morning, the eccentric wizard was wearing an even more extravagant outfit than usual: a cape covered in astral patterns embroidered with silver thread, black leather gloves adorned with runes on each knuckle, and a twelve-pointed star pendant hanging from his neck that emitted a continuous hum.
"Today, Baby boy, you are going to leave your body," announced Diavolo, crossing his arms.
Kaiser, sitting cross-legged facing the stone, raised a perplexed eyebrow. "Leave my body? You mean die?"
"Nyo-ho-ho!" Diavolo burst out with his characteristic laugh.
