Bologue advanced in the storm of flames, the high temperature causing his armor to burn slightly red, watching the Silver Knight step into the lair amidst the crimson world.
Bologue quickened his pace, crossing over the flesh egg that enveloped the Delusional.
The shell of the flesh egg was charred into black hardness, covered with numerous fissures under the erosion of Red Mercury. In the deep darkness, Bologue could vaguely hear the greedy and frenzied panting.
Bologue kept his gaze straight, yet his heart twitched slightly. He didn't think it was Teda... at least not the Teda he knew, at most it's just a lingering shadow of Teda in this world.
The current main goal is the Immortal Heart.
Bologue tried to convince himself, thinking Aimou must feel the same, temporarily not pondering over Teda, awaiting for everything to settle afterwards...
The advancing steps halted, Bologue stood still, his bones seemingly nailed down instantly, freezing his muscles and blood alike.
