Perhaps it was the Devil's power at work. The feeling of traversing through the winding path this time was extremely dreadful. In the past, Bologue would only feel dizzy and nauseated, but this time the body's reaction was even more intense, with all sorts of unbearable twisting sensations charging violently through every nerve.
The force violently battered Bologue's will, almost grinding it to dust, then pieced it back together, only to grind it again.
Fortunately, this torturous feeling didn't last long. The chaotic vision gradually cleared. Bologue pushed open the door, his figure slightly shaky, and reached out to steady himself against the wall to avoid collapsing.
Repeatedly taking deep breaths, with each breath restoring strength to his body, muscles tense, and Ether poised to release, Bologue lifted his head, the worn and mottled forbidden mask already donned on his face.
