The bald man was incensed by the comment.
Even as his bones bent, his fleshy curving to almost 360 degrees, he found the gritty tone to bellow out with pride, dozens of dark blood vessels printing against his skin.
"Don't underestimate me!"
He roared in pain, and then screamed out.
"This is my Creed, mend me back to the norm!"
In an instant, the bald man's body snapped back to its rightful form, the remnants of darkness that had been coiling around him being forced away. However, the man turned pale as he instantly distanced himself from Skullius who didn't follow up with another move.
He panted.
Sweat drizzled along the contours of his face profusely.
'The number of Creeds… the number of them it took to dispel that dark curse… I'm left with less than half of what I had just now…' he thought, severely panicked. 'How is he using abilities while inside my Territory? Wait… his mana core is stagnant as it should be…none of his mana is being mobilized but somehow…'
