บท 957: What Kind of Advancer...

Sevill had seen it. When the Hybrid Luman had risen from his 'slumber' while decked in an unfamiliar air, she had seen, deep within the chasm of his soul, two fresh, gorgeous lights, ethereal gems really, swimming within it. Creeds.

She had hardly believed it, but they were there despite Skullius avoiding her inquisition.

Now, as the Hybrid Luman wore a chilling grin and said words that were beyond the scale of the current state of his body, his bald enemy was alarmed.

"This is my Creed…"

WHOOOSH!

At once, Skullius felt the air whistle as the green-faced Maqian Incandescent Stager rocketed towards him in several folds of a blink and hurled what seemed like a desperate punch at his chest, intent on knocking the wind, not to mention the life out of him.

The blow was atrocious and beyond brisk, but Skullius responded in time. In fractions of an instant, he applied the <WEIGHT> property of his mana within his body…

BOOOOOOM!