The attack – a whipping slash – struck true, and it was as violent as ever.
Though it was lacking compared to the Inverted False Ticklers Skullius had managed to devise through the impromptu Territory, Demesne of Maximums, it was still enough to leave a wide gash that spanned from Fulgardt's neck to his side!
…!!!
Somanda grunted in agony as blood splashed from his torso.
"Oh, Skullius…!" he feigned keeping his composure, but his eyes bled with fury. It wasn't just the fact that he had been struck by that damned former Moronic Undead he had in his sights that irked him.
It was also the fact that he couldn't muster Undeath energy or control of Fulgardt's body to do anything about it.
And indeed, that was the real reason Somanda would immediately dismiss himself if he was forced into the Immoral.
The High Lich barely mustered a hiss before he finally vanished from Fulgardt's body.
…And then it was Fulgardt's turn to frown at the damage he had taken.
