"That was entirely unpleasant. I had not expected you to be able to fight back against my Hand of Greed so fiercely. That silver light must have been from a Supreme Skill of your own. It was impressive, but it seems that it was not enough."
The Umbrashnul King was still confident that he could defeat Marcus now and that he was no longer any threat at all.
With the loss of so many of his skills, he had been significantly weakened. To the point where he could probably not display even seventy percent of his full strength.
Of course, while the Umbrashnul King was busy proclaiming his superiority and victory, he was working on a strategy to turn the desperate situation around.
To start, he turned his attention towards his scythe.
If it were a normal weapon, he would need to send mana through it to activate its abilities, but he had bound his very soul to his scythe.
It was a part of him, and as such he could feel the power within it.
'Got it.'
