In the narrow, enclosed building, dozens of Silent Ones simultaneously called upon Ether, saturating the environment with a high concentration of Ether. Bologue felt the air was damp, like after a heavy rain, and then he saw the liquid Ether condensing into a tangible form, like raindrops.
A sharp blade cleaved through the golden raindrops.
Countless sword strikes landed on Bologue's armor in an instant, sparks flying and iron shavings scattering. Dents covered the metal surface, even penetrating it and injuring Bologue's body.
Bologue found himself once again surrounded, just as he had been heavily wounded at the gate.
Through shared vision, the Silent Ones' slashes were not without strategy. Blade followed blade like an endless torrent of rain, targeting the weak spots of Bologue's armor. Even though the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid continuously repaired the Iron Armor, it couldn't withstand the relentless assault.
