'It's all to belittle and diminish me,' Fulgardt thought as he adopted his stance. 'Going for a poetic ending, are you, brat?'
He glanced at the amalgam of Phantasmic Retainers within which he'd stowed his soul. Skullius had stolen it from Aigas' surface and brought it here, no doubt to scare him. It had worked, for a little while.
He glanced at everyone within the hall. They were looking at him and Skullius expectantly. Of course, they were. Skullius' presence must have forced them to dismiss him entirely, and they couldn't even sense the full abundance of it.
'I didn't take away all his advantages. He still has that outrageous volume of Null Life Essence, and it appears he can control it better than he did his previous reserves. Plenty has changed about him,' thought the Immoral, 'but he can still be bested.'
Appraising Skullius, the Immoral formed many conclusions, not the least significant of which was…
