Skullius was immediately galvanized. He threw away all thoughts about going all out in a panic, and focused on healing his legs and torso.
Finally.
Finally, that older sockethole was here!
In contrast to his relief, however, Fulgardt's expression turned sourer and sourer as the throngs of Ju`wtte spilled out, branching and combating the thick darkness of the great void.
It was understandable, really.
He had not counted on seeing a wizened Skullius seemingly coming to the rescue of the Skullius he had been fighting all along.
Future Skullius poured his whole out of the rift of Ju`wtte and stood before it with the grace of someone farming for something. His longer, richer hair, his gaunter face, and modest beard were cast in darkness because of the harsh merigold blazing from behind him; it made him look a bit ominous.
As it just so happened, the first thing Future Skullius locked eyes with… was Fulgardt.
It was something unfathomable.
Fulgardt scowled, and his lip twitched.
