Bologue's meeting with Gold was anything but pleasant; it was downright awful.
Seeing Gold for the first time, Bologue felt an uncommon joy. After all, in this godforsaken place, meeting a familiar face was a rarity, and what's more, the other person was a Defender. Even though trapped within a painting and probably stripped of Extraordinary Power like himself, it was still a comfort.
He thought they could join forces and find a way to escape this damned game together. But clearly, Gold's fighting spirit was low.
"Gold, what exactly happened?"
In the Narrow Space's carriage, Bologue sliced through the Demon's neck with a single swing of his Blade, then thrust the Sharp Sword toward the carriage side, piercing the Demon hanging outside through the window.
Thanks to the advantage of the terrain, Bologue, despite being exhausted, still held the upper hand. Yet, he wasn't complacent; instead, he was even more vigilant.
