"We're the same, it seems," said Skullius. "Both of us are supposed to be dead. You were meant to have perished long before now, like me. Isn't that right, Ciumin?"
…!!!
Boron was speechless for a moment.
Skullius didn't wait for his reply. A blue paper page appeared in one of his hands. It was about as large as he was. With a deft swing, he sent it flying towards Boron, but it hardly resembled the properties of an ordinary paper then. It streaked like a shooting star, whipping past Boron.
The Deity remained stunned. A split-moment later, he clutched his neck. Only then did he realize that his armour had been carved through, a gash ripped into the flesh underneath.
"And there's another instance where you should have died," said Skullius to the Deity, who remained shaken.
Boron's concern wasn't the wound, though, or how it had even been caused. He glared at Skullius from behind the visor in his armour, wrath rising. The aggro effect of Skullius' Garmma Mail capitalized on that.
