Bologue found it hard to remember what happened next. His last memory was the surge of Ether reaction, followed by an explosion-like sensation as the Immortal Heart shattered into chaotic fragments before him.
The overwhelming fatigue eventually overpowered Bologue's will, causing the unstoppable cold machine to fall into a brief slumber.
When Bologue regained consciousness, he remained in the bloody battlefield, but this time, there were no longer hateful enemies; only familiar figures, each playing their role, dealing with the aftermath of the disaster.
"You're awake?"
Geoffrey's voice sounded beside him. Bologue turned his head and saw Geoffrey standing next to him, shirtless with scars, a cigarette resting in his mouth, soothingly inhaling.
The smoke rose and spread, obscuring his face, but Bologue could still see the golden glint of his eyes through the mist.
Bologue felt a splitting headache, "How long was I unconscious?"
"Not long, just a few minutes."
