The skeleton, struck by the mace, staggered as it tried to rise again, only to fall back to the ground with a chuckle.

To be precise, it would be more accurate to say it was forced down. The bones around its knees had shattered.

“The power of the Evil God is dissipating. Is morning approaching?”

What had moved it was the energy infused by the dark Evil God. As the time of Tariki came to an end and morning arrived, the skeleton’s body would naturally crumble away.

As the skeleton observed its gradually disintegrating body, it chuckled softly and then …