"Release."
Julius' head imploded into a bloody mess.
But as his lifeless corpse slumped to the floor, he did not feel dead in the slightest.
Rather, he felt warm, intoxicated, and alive.
Julius's placed a hand over his chest.
He felt his heart beating healthily.
'But didn't my head just get blown off-?'
And then Julius realized something dire.
He could not see a thing.
He tried to open his eyes, but he was prodding a key into thin air.
Julius could still somehow move the rest of his body, with the exception of his missing head.
Julius waved a hand just above where his neck was.
Nothing.
Julius was confused, but he could only really think of one reason for him not being in the Underworld already.
'Have Azonold or Crow decided to save me once more? To take another chunk of my soul away?'
'Gee, wiz. I don't know if I should be overjoyed or even more depressed by this point.'
