Skullius made sure to exercise his greatest skill with moulding darkness to create the scimitars. They were incredibly sharp. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that if matched against regular Realm rank scimitars, they would be able to match their edge in terms of cutting potency.
After swishing the scimitars in his hands, Skullius threw up one of them and gave it a vicious kick. It zoomed towards Fulgardt, spinning like a chakram.
Fulgardt smirked as it approached.
What was this? A party trick?
Before he could choose which of the hundreds of ways he could use to dismiss the attack, however, Fulgardt found that he couldn't move an inch.
'Oh?'
