The tragic death of his companion, the desperate situation; Jessey chose to embrace death, turning into a cold corpse in a pool of blood.
Bologue guessed that until the moment of his death, Jessey was still cursing him.
The ground trembled, waves of Ether reactions continuously rose in the distance, the flames of war gradually spreading to the Fog Abyss Fortress, even reaching the wanderer's crossroads and engulfing most of the Great Rift.
This was a battle of purification; under the strict seal of the Order Bureau, citizens would only see strange lights rolling in the Sea of Mist. To them, the spectacular lights had long been taken for granted. Except for newcomers who might pause briefly, no one paid attention to the scene within the Sea of Mist, nor did anyone realize how thinly they were separated from the Extraordinary war.
Blood dripped from Bologue's fingertips as he walked, asking.
"Do you think I'm a pervert, Palmer?"
