Everyone gasped in fright, especially the witch, who instinctively screamed out: "My king!"
However, the skeleton simply raised its hands and froze in place. After a while, its arms twitched, stroking its body a few times. Apart from its hands, there was no movement anywhere else.
Looking at Ange, who still had a hand on the Black Crystal Skeleton and hadn't moved, everyone started to understand what was happening. Negris ventured: "Ange?"
From the Black Crystal Body came Ange's hollow voice: "I can't move."
Upon hearing this, Negris was instantly able to make sense of the situation: "You mean you can't move your body, but you can move your hands, right?"
"Yes." Ange moved his hands slightly. It was a familiar feeling; he had experienced it before when his own bones had rotted and he had to get a new skeleton, one that was higher level silver skeleton compared to his own.
Whenever he would transfer his soul to it, he would feel immobile.
