As he burst out of the doors, he took a moment to gather himself.
Despite the plain countenance on his face, the turmoil within him was heavy. He couldn't understand it.
There were millions of suffering in the world. This, although heart wracking, wasn't especially surprising.
So why did it hit him this hard?
Was it because of Mercius? Did Percival now hold a sort of connection to his Soul Soldier? Would it be the same for other Soul Soldiers?
The questions churned in his mind, and the lack of answers only added to his growing anger.
After a deep breath, he activated ⸢Summon Swap⸥.
Percival switched places with one of the Skeletons in the map room.
The map-maker, still pinned by the curtain ropes and gagged by the rag, let out a muffled squeak of terror.
Percival looked angrier than before and that petrified him.
The Necromancer waved his hand, dismissing both the present skeleton and the one he swapped places with into a blaze of blue fire.
