Ricky's voice was coarse. He sounded as though his voice box was previously crushed, and had just been stitched back.
Ricky's head returned to his neck. Thales felt his skin crawl watching it happen. The terrifying cut between his head and neck was still visible. His pale and bloodless face was seen above the cut, while bloodstains could still be spotted below the cut.
It looked as if the head was stitched back onto the body with invisible stitches.
"Who exactly are you...?" Zakriel found it difficult to believe his eyes. He stared at Ricky, who was engaged in a contest of strength with him. Zakriel refused to give up on cutting Ricky up with his axe. "What exactly are you?"
Ricky did not answer him directly. Crassus of the Disaster Swords merely chuckled with a smile so pale that it belonged only on the dead. The terrifying cut on his neck was still visible.
