When Bologue stepped out of the stairwell, Sai Zong did not leave with him but stayed alone in the armory. It housed more than just human weapons and the history of warfare; it bore witness to Sai Zong's long life. His fingertips brushed the cold metal as if leafing through the dry, coarse pages of a diary.
Bologue did not linger long in the Undying Club; he went straight outside. The fresh morning breeze carried away the stale moldy smell of the armory, and the warm sunlight flooded in, warming Bologue's heart.
"I can tell you the devils' secrets, at least those I know," Sai Zong's voice echoed in his ears, "and I can help you combat other devils without disturbing his peace, and even usher in the true end."
"Why do you do so much for him, just because of the Chosen One's identity?"
