Bologue suddenly stopped. At that moment, he realized the close connection between himself and Aimou. The Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid was crafted by her, the lost Sword Scabbard was also her creation. Not to mention, her Secret Energy had been augmenting Bologue, handling battles of all sizes.
This reminded Bologue of his home's living room. When he first moved in, the living room was tidy, with some films Palmer liked placed around. But when Bologue came to his senses, he had completely occupied the living room, covered with posters, filled with youthful vigor and the unique foolishness of young people.
Changes in many things occur silently. When you notice it, the raging fire has already burned your house down to just a framework.
Then... then?
Then, what should be done?
Bologue's steps forward halted again, and at that moment he truly felt his own confusion.
As an Undead approaching a century old, Bologue's knowledge in this aspect was practically zero.
