The scarlet heart lay still within the cold, transparent quartz. The surface of the crystal shimmered with a faint light, seemingly sealing the heart away, yet even so, the vibrant color still carried with it an abundance of life force, causing the heartbeat of everyone who gazed upon it to involuntarily quicken.
Bologue felt this, as did the woman beside him.
"Could it really... be the Immortal Heart?"
The woman, shedding her previously lazy demeanor, sat upright, a mix of excitement and unease flickering in her eyes.
The others were the same; the quiet atmosphere could no longer be maintained as whispers grew more and more cacophonous until the venue was in an uproar.
"You actually know about these? Who are you?" This time, the woman finally regarded Bologue seriously.
"In an occasion like this, does that question hold any significance?"
Bologue, wearing a mask, retorted with the woman's own words.
