Marco stood in awe, as every shake of the staff created brilliant rings of energy that radiated out from the man. Reaching his hand up, Marco felt a warm energy course through his body. He basked in the heat, until the man let out a loud hiss. Surprised, Marco dropped his hand, but he had never known anything that felt that comforting. If he could, he wanted to enter that energy again, but he sensed the man wouldn't let him off with a verbal warning next time.
The man continued whatever ritual he was doing. Marco wasn't sure if he imagined it, but the ever-present white of their surroundings seemed to ever-so-slightly flicker and dim. The staff struck down with finality, and darkness filled the air.
“Wha- What just happened?” The light slowly returned, but the brightness had definitively decreased from it's original state.
“Don't worry about it. You were never supposed to find out about this. We never met. You didn't see me, you didn't hear me. You'll move on with your life.”
Marco felt himself dragged by an unseen force once more, and before he knew it, he was back outside his window. “That's it? Tell me what's going on!”
The man stared at him, before turning away. He shook his staff, and he vanished.