In the gloomy, deathly town, two figures intertwined with each other. Bologue, filled with bloodlust, driven by anger, had the mask on his face wriggling, twisting his visage into a ferocious look. Aimou, who was struggling to support herself beneath him, resembled a brave fighter against a Demon.
Bologue questioned angrily, his voice hoarse, "Aimou, what on earth is going on?"
"Hasn't anyone ever taught you not to inquire about a girl's secrets?"
Aimou revealed her rebellious side, something Bologue had never seen before. The Fire-Calling Staff erupted, and the scorching flames engulfed Bologue.
Had it been any other Condenser, they would likely have been repelled by this strike, but Bologue was different. A hazy shadow emerged from within the sea of fire.
Bologue emitted steam all over, raising yet another long sword. He showed no mercy as the two blades danced in unison.
