When the sound of clacking metal infuses with the still prevailing evening tempest that soused the two opposing figures as their raging scuffle goes on, Seventh Magi suddenly withdraws to the other side to plan carefully his next move, “Yeah, I like games. Amuse me more, old coot.” volleyed Seventh Magi as he poses for another round of this mano-a-mano.
Then, as the Supreme father also prepares for this incoming confrontation, his supernatural art of imitating physiognomic characteristics is now drawing to a close, when his face and body features are now showing their true form, reducing him to his original self which is weary and frail-like. The same also goes with the lifeless body of the suppose
