The folding blade was already drawn, its sharp edge reflecting a vague gleam in the dim light, and it was tightly gripped in Blue Jade's hand. Blue Jade pressed herself against the wall, slowly advancing down the eerie corridor.
Although one hand was injured, Blue Jade still had the other. She was an Upper-Rank Knight of the Purification Mechanism, then a woman; she was not so fragile. As long as she could still swing a weapon, she could slay enemies.
She slowly approached the front. She remembered it was Bola's room, but at this moment, Blue Jade could clearly feel the resentment and ghostly sorrow emanating from it. Negative emotions and erosion merged into one, fermenting quietly in the dark until it engulfed everyone.
"Bola..."
Blue Jade murmured softly.
Bola, an interesting fellow.
