Malin had just finished striking everyone down, and when he turned his head, he saw that these middle-aged men were either growing horns on their heads or having their waists shrink. Two of them were already covered with white hair on their arms, each advancing toward an ominous old age, scaring Malin into quickly switching to the longsword of the Lord of Justice. Alright, and just like that, peace was restored. The horns fell off their heads, the hair on their arms disappeared, and their waistlines returned... Wait a minute, this chubby uncle with the returning waistline seems to have ten million things to say.
The Bleeding Ghosts over there had been hammered to the point of being half-helpless, and one of them tried to escape. Malin reached out and grabbed it, causing it to scream and fly back to Malin's feet, tilting its head back and offering its neck to Malin's grip.
