When Palmer returned to the church, everything was over. The church was teetering, crumbling bricks smashing the deity statue, and Bologue sat beneath the ruins with a gloomy expression.
In fact, from the Devil's arrival to its departure, it was not even a few minutes, yet the horrific pressure and ominous feeling made Bologue's perception of time infinitely sluggish.
The pain in his chest gradually subsided, but the handprint showed no signs of fading. This was the first time since Bologue became a Debtor that he encountered such an unhealable injury.
This might not be an injury but a curse, an irremovable curse.
"What happened?"
Palmer, who had returned, questioned Bologue. He hadn't been gone long, yet it seemed like a great battle had taken place here, and judging by his partner's state, Bologue seemed to have lost.
Belli?
