Interlude Six
Exaltoskull's Story
..."What?... A Deamon Shadow?... Those don't... exist, do they?" Stammered Exaloskull, his legs scratching the ground, his claws penetrating the soft ground of the Forest of the Sacred Ones.
"Deamon Shadows do exist... although the success rate of creating one is so low that they are known as mythical deamon beings," replied the small green deamon.
"So... you're telling me that if I want to eliminate the threat of the Attalna, I need to become a... Deamon Shadow... and that the most likely outcome of this process is me dieing?" questioned Exaltoskull, a frown coming onto his face.
"Yes... so you'd better decide now: die fighting a lost cause... or die in the hopes of a future win..." The small green deamon turned his back to Exaltoskull, slowly moving away from the deamon warrior. Exaltoskull's gold and black hide slowly began to follow the mysterious deamon deeper into the forest, and with each step, the deamon warrior came closer and closer to his ultimate act...
