995 Our Will

The two soared far into the clouds and penetrated them, continuing their flight into the deep green past them, where a horrid presence of Undeath swirled about freely.

Skullius' eyes would have bulged if he had any.

What had Fulgardt just said?!

Did he just say that…

'The next…Fulgardt?'

"YOU SOCKETHOLE!" Skullius screamed and punched his long-haired foe. 

His fist did no damage at all. Fulgardt's laugh, which came next, only served to add an unamusing tone of complete helplessness.

The Immoral hurled Skullius across the sky with such a force that Skullius' pale white figure became lost in the boundless green space.

"You can't fight against me, Skullius! You can't resist! From the moment you took on my Legacy, you had already lost the battle! You celebrated getting stronger, thinking that each instance was a small, personal victory, but you were wrong!"