"The power of the Moon, you shameless mages, dare to steal the Origin Power of the Scarlet Moon."
Bound within the Magic Array, continuously weakened, with Magic ropes tied around him, Bolusa let out impotent roars of fury.
At this moment, Bolusa's State was unprecedentedly poor.
Compared to when he first descended, that incomparable inhuman quality on him had faded significantly, his appearance dimmed, and even began to show some extremely fine cracks. At the edges of the cracks, powder so fine it was hard to detect with the naked eye drifted away.
He was even more frail, a sign of his inability to resist the erosion of Time.
Behind him, all the Dolls had been destroyed, the theater was collapsing swiftly.
Suddenly, Bolusa broke free from his Desire, his dim eyes once again flashed with the light of wisdom.
He deeply gazed at the girl who was close yet untouchable, raising a curve on that cracked face, as if to say, "I remember you, girl."
