The gap between the Prayer Believers and the Defenders was still too vast. Yet within this disparity, Bologue found himself absorbing the Ether of the Silent Ones, seizing it, and for a moment even Bologue himself was dazed, unable to comprehend what was happening.
"Abs... absorbing?"
Bologue had long been aware of his absorption ability through hunting demons, drawing fragments of souls from their corpses to alleviate Bulimia Nervosa, and storing it as a reserve of Ether.
Regarding this ability, Bologue had never understood what it truly was, but in this dire situation, he somehow unleashed this power.
With Resentment Fang out of hand and Ether exhausted, Bologue lost all means of counterattack. At the moment of swinging his fist to retaliate, he only thought of countering like a hysterical soldier, fumbling for a weapon on his body.
Eventually, he pulled out a dagger he couldn't even remember from a corner.
"What did you just say?"
