For several moments, Skulduggery didn't move. He was glad that Wreath was alright - however reluctant that feeling was - but it slipped past his notice almost instantly in favour of the more important implications.
He'd always been under the impression Malicant wanted to kill all the Foreigners. Taking out all your opponents was certainly the easiest and most direct way of taking over a continent, and Malicant had never been one for subtlety. Powerful magic-users of any kind rarely were. Until then, Skulduggery had operated under the assumption that the only reason Malicant had to work through more subtle methods to achieve his goals was because he was still stuck in the Death plane and incapable of reaching them otherwise; but if he didn't kill even when someone stumbled unknowingly right into his territory, then it begged a number of other interesting questions.
"Either he's not quite as in control as he'd like us to believe," Skulduggery eventually said, "or your survival wasn't an accident. That's interesting. What was sparring with Bakura like?"
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He'd always been under the impression Malicant wanted to kill all the Foreigners. Taking out all your opponents was certainly the easiest and most direct way of taking over a continent, and Malicant had never been one for subtlety. Powerful magic-users of any kind rarely were. Until then, Skulduggery had operated under the assumption that the only reason Malicant had to work through more subtle methods to achieve his goals was because he was still stuck in the Death plane and incapable of reaching them otherwise; but if he didn't kill even when someone stumbled unknowingly right into his territory, then it begged a number of other interesting questions.
"Either he's not quite as in control as he'd like us to believe," Skulduggery eventually said, "or your survival wasn't an accident. That's interesting. What was sparring with Bakura like?"