The explosion shook the skeleton's entire body and even affected its soul, making it slump against the rocky wall. The lance was still pinning it there, the ethereal weapon glowing a bit.
But the Grim Reaper began to grin, or at least what looked like a grin with its damn skeletal body. The jaw moved in a way that suggested amusement and it made Azel's eyes twitch.
"I see… so you can target souls like how Reapers do." It said as it coughed.
Wisps of bloody mist escaped from its mouth, an impossible thing for a skeleton to produce. Its weapon began glowing from where it had fallen on the ground several meters away.
Azel raised his bone sword up, taking a defensive stance.
His muscles tensed.
"You planned on using this path to get to the castle right?" The Reaper asked, its voice echoing strangely.
