Bologue quietly lay on the ritual platform, liquefied ether enveloping various alchemy materials, covering his body and continuously seeping into him, thus nourishing his soul to further strengthen it.
Aimou softly asked, "Is he okay?"
Bologue had maintained this state for several minutes now, it looked like the ritual was proceeding smoothly, but even in its smoothness, Aimou was still filled with worry.
"Still... okay, I guess."
Belli wasn't entirely sure, in her view, Bologue wasn't like Palmer, who was clearly entangled with misfortune and blessings, but sometimes he also always encounters some bizarre occurrences.
Thinking of this, Belli realized a problem; Bologue himself is extremely special, surviving as the undead from the Fall of the Holy City, about all things past, Bologue himself does not know the truth.
Bologue Lazarus himself is a mystery.
Belli realized she might be too familiar with Bologue, the everyday routine of many days made her overlook these things.
