“Wait a second, ‘skeleton’ has been slain? Didn’t it say perennial creature before?”
Jay quickly re-summoned the skeleton, analysing it.
<[Skeleton Level 3 - Blue]>
[Type - Undead]
HP - 40/40
MP - 7/7
<[Skills]>
[Bone Eater]
[Scrimshaw Level 1] (Passive)
[Undeath] (Passive)
[Fear] (Weak) (Passive)
[Shade Vision] (Passive)
<[Description]>
[An abomination, its existence spits in the face of life and death - and they spit back. Flee if possible. Execute with extreme prejudice.]
“Hmm, no corundum bite since that came from the wolf skull, no corundum claws either. I guess the only difference is the name and five less health?”
“Oh wait, fear?”
Jay analysed the strange new skill.
<[Fear]>
[A gentle tapping in the back of one’s mind. A cold breath on the neck. A gazing shadow on the very edge of one’s vision. You can run, but not forever; You can kill it, but not forever.]