Bologue sat on the bench in the corridor while technicians in protective clothing hustled about, not paying him any attention. The roar of machinery was constant, and howling winds echoed through the ventilation ducts.
The Sublimation Furnace Core was a bustling place, noisy and restless. Few people lingered here to rest, but Bologue was an exception.
Compared to the days spent living in trenches during his time in the military, this harsh environment of the Sublimation Furnace Core seemed unexpectedly pleasant, mostly because Bologue was in a very good mood.
Having passed the triple trials, he was close to being promoted to a Prayer Believer, and Aimou had recovered. Despite some unexpected events, everything had gone smoothly.
It seemed like everything was developing in a positive direction, a rare and precious situation for Bologue.
