The Malefic Gold Hand clanked as it was united with Skullius' arm. Its thousands of parts shifted continuously, narrowing its shape until it fit the Hybrid Warmoth's hand perfectly. A solemn, white energy hissed from its pointed, protruding knuckles, mirroring its readiness for battle. Like many Treasures, Skullius could sense its will. It had long submitted to him before this point, like a majority of the Treasures in the Warmoth's Treasury.
Both Uyuniya and Elita readied themselves as well.
Skullius wiggled his fingers hidden within the gauntlet.
'We're really doing this, huh?' he thought as he focused on Elita. He could tell that she hadn't been lying before she was forced to contradict herself almost immediately. She didn't mean to fight him. Something between her and Uyuniya forced her hand. Skullius didn't know what that could possibly be until Serenity shed some light on it.