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Belle knew this would catch Edgar’s attention. The Grim reaper was similar to Barron when it came to character, more like an improvised version of Barron. The rain continued to pour and the lightning struck on the land. 

“I will help you with your height,” offered Belle and the Grim reaper had a blank look as if he was not amused by her proposal. 

“Are you kidding me?” asked Edgar. At the same time, a mighoul came in between them and Belle raised her leg around to kick the mighoul before electrocuting the mighoul for it to fall down on the ground. 

Edgar glared at the girl for picking up the matter about his height but she was proposing something good. Usually the reapers or the Grims could not change their basic skeleton structure and this damn height had caused him too many troubles. 

“Do you really have Winston’s bone?” Edgar questioned and Belle raised her hand to show the bone but with the rain, it was difficult to catch sight of it. Edgar was one of the Grims who was only following the orders that were given to him, not caring what it was. But with the recent change in balance, especially with the return of the twelfth Grim reaper, it changed everything. Something was definitely not right. 

As much as Winston was his maker, Edgar didn’t understand why he was able to command the mighouls, especially in this number to attack the new reaper. How strange to be threatened by someone lower who was lower than a Hawvert. 

When another mighoul appeared, Edgar this time stepped into the rain and used his scythe to send its head flying with black blood splattering to mingle in the rain before falling on the ground, “That’s how you stop the mighouls,” said Edgar. 

“I will keep that in mind,” Belle responded back, taking his advice seriously and knocking the mighouls heads one after another which took more effort and force than what Edgar showed. 

On one side, Edgar had joined Belle to fight the mighouls while on the other side it was just Lucas and Winston whose scythe’s continued to clash, bringing spark even in the midst of the rain. Belle didn’t know the lightning was going to bring rain. She tried to regulate the atmosphere with the spell so that it was just electric bolts to jolt the mighouls.

They were overnumbered and the count of the mighouls never stopped, instead, the number only increased. During the fight, Belle got hurt after being thrown away from where she stood to crash against a building. Though she was only made of bones right now, she could still feel the impact. 

“Can you call Crane?” Belle asked Edgar, after realising how their situation was turning worse. One of the mighoul who had crept up behind her, caught her neck around as if it was trying to tear her skull off her neck. Kicking from behind and then using her elbow which gave out a small jolt, she turned around and placed her hand on the mighouls face. In an instant, the mighoul’s body splattered into black liquid. 

Edgar was too stunned to see that she was able to do things which a Grim reaper could and it was because of a Hawvert’s bone in her. 

“Can you?” Belle repeated her question. 

“No. Only a Hawvert can call another Hawvert,” Edgar responded back. 

Belle frowned hearing this, “But the reapers called Winston and Gorron to the land of the living,” she said to him. Wasn’t that how it worked? 

“The reapers informed the High Tower. That’s where the messages reached the Hawverts to get to the land of the living,” he replied and it made sense. So there was no way to contact Crane. Belle didn’t know how powerful Winston was or if Lucas would be able to defeat him. Right now both of them fought fiercely. 

Winston was tired with this little game and he wanted the book of the dead. The black witches were taking too much time and his patience was running thin. Once he would get the power that was cursed down by the witch, he would be the master of more than just the land of the dead. 

“I am very much interested to how you got back if it wasn’t Crane,” said Winston while turning around his scythe in his hand and to attack Lucas who dodged before it could touch him.

“There are some things that’s over your head, something you won’t understand,” commented Lucas and the Hawvert turned angry hearing at this. 

Winston continued to attack before using the powers that came by being a Hawvert. He moved from one place to stand behind Lucas, using the end of his scythe to hit Lucas’ back who almost fell on the ground but Lucas disappeared before Winston’s scythe could reap him there. 

But Winston was smart. Lucas didn’t realise that it was only a shadow of Winston who had tried to attack. The original Havwert stood right behind Lucas and bashed his head before using his bare hands to catch hold of the Grim reaper. 

“You Grim Reapers sure underestimate the powers that we Havwert’s hold,” laughed Winston in Lucas’ face.

Before Lucas could lift up his scythe in his hand, Winston sent it flying far away so that Lucas could not make use of it. Lucas used both his hands to attack Winston this time, using his legs to kick and Winston returned it with the same vigour. 

Winston caught hold of Lucas and threw him on the ground over and over again until the Grim reaper found it hard to stand up. When Winston came to hit Lucas again, out of nowhere Lucas’ scythe returned back to his hand and it stopped the Hawvert’s hand to push it back. Lucas threw a punch at Winston and then he hit again for the Hawvert to stagger back. 

“That’s enough for now. I have other business to deal with,” said Winston, and wind started to move around the Hawvert for the rain drops to be deflected away from him.