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"You see Skelly, Dracula might say that I am a brute, but beating things to death is an art, requiring precise control and mastery of a technique, only I have ever figured out, I don't just stick my fist in people's jaw, I do with finesse, their head isn't simply detached from their bodies, their spiritual self is utterly gobsmacked at just how good I am at slaughtering them, the souls of the damned applaud my strength, and they could applaud you too!"

The gravelord looked up in a seemingly random direction, narrowing his eyes.

"I think something happened somewhere, something interesting…" he shook his head "In any case, have you ever experienced an oddity, you are clearly the most dead of undeads with a complex mind, so such an occurrence should have been especially odd to you, there are no distinctions in between any parts of your body, your toe or head stand on the same level from your perspective, you have the same perspective of the world from both"