The dark, searing flames around Gregory's figure slowly disappeared, and with them, the terrible heat that was washing over the surroundings in waves.
The man himself stood tall, hovering calmly in the air. His grey hair had grown noticeably longer cascading down his shoulders to his back.
His grey swirled gently in the wind, the light in his grey eyes glinting in the sunlight. The ever-present jagged scar that ran down his face was even more prominent in the light.
Clad in a black gold-trimmed suit, he was the picture of elegance and regality.
At the moment, his lips were pursed in displeasure.
His piercing gray eyes bore into Merlin's staring daggers, scrutinizing him intently with a steely gaze.
After a few moments, he spoke, choosing his words evenly.
"This form of yours, it's almost as though you haven't aged a day. In fact, it's almost as though you've grown even younger."
Merlin smiled, his silver eyes glinting in the light.
