It had been a long time since Skullius had had an epiphany.
Instead of accruing a bunch of skills, realising truths about oneself without a plethora of external factors, crutches really, like techniques, weapons, and all, was the key to utilising said crutches to the fullest.
As Skullius held the chunk of rock shaped – vaguely – like a sword, while making sure his control of Null Life Essence kept his diced body intact, tough, and firm, his perception of everything seemed to increase.
There was a momentary wobble, because he had hurriedly drawn, and connected his severed leg to his body clumsily so that the healing effect of the potion could attempt to reconnect it properly, but he soon steadied himself.
Skullius' direction of growth wasn't wrong. It was merely a bit misguided, and he had been missing a lot of hints along the path... until now.
One of these hints, was Alaris' actions, and words from that day they sparred.
