Indeed, Sila had missed having a body of his own. Fighting the masked man earlier had not tickled his battle spirit, even though that had technically been his first fight since obtaining a new body. Well, battles where you had to share the spotlight tended to be less likely to get the blood boiling.
Things had changed now, though. Even though he was missing a huge chunk of his torso, Sila couldn't help but grin.
The pain was frustrating, but it also reminded him that he was alive – in an Existential Parallel kind of way.
'I suppose I can say we are even now, tomato flinger…' he thought as the first of the Runes drenched in Undeath fell on him. It struck him in the arm and spilled ethereal red tendrils that began crawling along his skin to reach the rest of him. The effect inspired an ungodly amount of agony.
Sila's arm turned to ash, the Null Life Essence coursing through it overwhelmed.
