As a slice of Skullius swayed, leaning away from the rest of his body while he once again pulled himself together – figuratively – and set his sights away from the sword a golden-green light swiftly burst from his body and ran through where he had been severed, stitching him up to pull his two pieces together in an instant!
It was a very fast recovery.
Skullius' now whole body zipped backwards, creating distance between himself and the enemy.
He took a deep breath.
What [Primal Caution] had warned him about just now...
'That sword is dangerous,' he thought.
Just by taking a close look at it, he had received a fatal, violent injury that he was sure could have peeled open even a Second Phase Master!
That's right.
Looking at the sword welcomed death.
He was sure of it.
The name of the sword ringing in his mind suddenly made sense.
Bashful Abomination.