Bologue held his breath. He could feel the stares around him, the Silent Ones, the Third Seat... He was facing not only the mysterious Seeker of Glory, Shadow King, but also two Defenders standing guard nearby.
As expected, letting Palmer leave first was the right choice. If he stayed, the violent forces here would tear him apart. Meanwhile, Bologue could rely on his Undying Body to find an opportunity.
"Are we continuing?"
A hoarse voice echoed from the front. Shadow King seemed to be unable to endure any longer, his straight body slightly slumped, his face once again covered by shadows.
A withered hand held up a blade, the sword completely wrapped in a black scabbard, like it hadn't revealed its edge for many years, with faint rust on the metallic surface. It was more like a cane than a weapon.
Bologue took a deep breath, sensing the delicate situation. The Silent Ones and the Third Seat had stopped their attacks, surrounding him and watching his moves closely.
