BZZZT!
Skullius felt a wave of terror and pain as the knife sliced through Eldris' neck.
Blood sprayed in his vision, but in the next moment, a notification gave him a clear explanation on what had happened.
[Your host has died. You have accrued soul damage]
A electric spasm gushed through Skullius... and at the same time, he found himself being pulled away from the body of the Heroic Warrior towards another, feeble one.
He headed for and sank into the Discount Human body he'd cast towards the double doors.
It didn't take more that a moment for Skullius' vision to zip through the distance and suddenly be replaced by the view of said doors.
A shuttle of atrocious weakness seized him.
He was back, baby!
Weak, pathetic, atrociously unlucky (?), and with only about half of the armour he'd taken from Dezrael.
But Skullius didn't have time to think of much else. His first thought was that he would crash into the door and ultimately see his plan crumble to pieces.
However...
