An Old Chum

The image of a familiar face appeared before Skullius with several changes when compared to what he remembered.

The voice that had just now spoken belonged to an individual whom he knew as a giant. One particularly terrifying one. 

Sausifillis, otherwise known as Sause.

Skullius narrowed his eyes. 

Luckily, his last-ditch attempt at saving himself from being crushed under pressure had worked, but it hadn't been a certain, sure-fire method. 

He had called on the nail that acted as the medium of Tie of Exchange between himself and Sause, calling for the giant to appear as stipulated by the mutual agreement!

"We're not friends. Why would I call you any other time?" 

"Fair enough, aha ha."

The giant was no so giant at this time, his height being merely a full head taller than Skullius.

On top of his head which had been bald last time the two met, patches of blonde hair had begun to grow but just barely so.