Abyssal creatures did not record history. Or rather, they did not record history that had little to do with survival.
Thus, most Abyssal creatures now basically did not know that Samael, Lord of the Abyss, had initially been nothing more than an ordinary, even somewhat weak, Bone Demon.
Bone Demons were not actually lacking in talent. Their diet was incredibly varied; they could eat even minerals.
Moreover, by devouring different foods, they could strengthen the skeletons on their bodies, skeletons that resembled Alchemy Machinery.
Unfortunately, though Bone Demons possessed excellent talent, it was talent that took a long time to pay off.
And in the Abyss, if one could not swiftly turn talent into the ability to survive, then such a creature could only become food for all manner of powerful demons.
Samael had been precisely such a demon.
But unlike his kin, Samael had successfully turned his talent into real strength.
Richard looked at Samael, who was now nothing but a skeleton, his heart filled with astonishment.
Samael's skeleton was practically flawless. The connections between bone and bone were so intricate that even the Wizard Dimension's most complex Alchemy Machinery could scarcely compare.
Those complex structures made his body incomparably stable. No matter where he was struck, the structures could cleverly disperse the force, letting the entire skeleton bear the blow together.
Flesh grew from the gaps between those bones. In but an instant, Samael's body had returned to its former state.
As though the earlier attack had never existed.
Samael spread his arms toward Richard and Taral Peak.
"Continue! Let me see what you can do."
Richard said nothing. The Runes on his body shifted without cease. Beside him, Taral Peak's figure flashed, and the Ten Thousand Strikes in an Instant he had once used against Richard appeared