Ancient Commanders??

Mark had grown used to being wounded, cut, and lacerated.

But the pain of having his bones broken was different.

A snapping pain that he hadn't grown used to yet.

Still, he didn't scream. He didn't shout, growl, or roar.

Perhaps because the pain had come from using a Skill that was his own.

Perhaps because he had used that Skill despite knowing what it would cause.

It wouldn't be fair to shout when it was his fault, right? He did so willingly, and knowingly.

Or perhaps, it was because he had broken his fair share of bones.

Having some of his broken was only fair, right?

Mark's left hand quickly moved towards the skeletal arm between his jaws.

He hadn't used his "Sublime Body Restoration[A]" Magic Skill to restore his broken bones.

Because he wouldn't need such bones anymore.

The skeletal arm was spun around, and swallowed.

The Undead Lich watched, as its index finger drew multiple Signs in the air.