The duke was kind of dying. He wasn't regenerating either. With each and every attack, his skin turned blacker and festered more and more. If this kept up, he'd die eventually but it'd be very painful.
By the time I stopped, he looked almost like a typical undead with some meat attached.
"Your holy is way more effective than mine," Gorgon spoke aloud. "You've really improved a lot."
"He's the real deal unlike you," Ve spoke on my behalf.
The old man said something about men using fake holy magic too. I didn't care though.
It didn't matter. And by the look on Gorgon's face, he didn't care either.
"Why did you do this?" I slouched slightly.
The severed head was now shivering. Where'd his hotshot ways of saying he was invincible go? "I-I can't die!" I guess he still wasn't convinced.
