Hearing Mon Dupa's bluffing words, the old man couldn't help but chuckle for a brief second. But after a second of chuckling he quickly ceased his chuckling, as he started to feel that something was amiss. He then quickly looked down at his feet. Strangely his two feet had already turned to wax. With the wax quickly spreading from them upwards towards the rest of his body by the millisecond.
Looking at his body that was quickly transforming into a wax figurine again, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself even more before looking towards the distant Mon Dupa, with a smile. He knew that facing someone at his level wouldn't be an easy fight, but he didn't expect his enemy to use all his will power sometime during their battle to brand an irremovable curse on his body that followed him through time. Even his powerful will power couldn't remove the curse, that previously felt like a violent force that tore at the insides of his body.
"You immortals truly are a nuisance to kill." He muttered under his breath, before his eyes, which were currently dark brown, started to brighten up again. They then turned into two pale white, glowing moons that stared at the distant Mon Dupa with malice.
But just as his eyes transformed into bright shining moons, an aged, but crisp voice echoed out within the quiet universe filled with moons of various sizes. "I think this should be enough, Micas. No need to scare the child. I believe he is not a criminal."
Along with the voice came a feeling of extreme delirium that washed the dying Mon Dupa's mind in both fatigue and chaos. He quickly fell into a deep trance that took him over 10 minutes to awaken from. By the time he was freed from the trance by an unknown force, he found himself sitting on a wooden chair, located deep within a peaceful wilderness of sorts.
With vibrant green grasses and large foreign trees of various species as far as the eyes could see around him, and the gentle calling of birds in the distance, as well as the fresh breeze that blew by, the entire scene that met Mon Dupa's eyes after he had awakened, was a picture of peace and tranquility.
After clearing his mind, Mon Dupa quickly glanced in front of him, in slight anxiety and fear, only to see a brown colored, square table in front of him, with all sorts of delicacies situated on top of it.
Sitting on the opposite side of the table from him, was the mysterious old man from before that he was previously fighting, calmly watching Mon Dupa look around, while sampling some of the fruits on the table. Sitting on a chair, on the right side of the table, was another old man, who looked very familiar to Mon Dupa.