Bologue called upon the Ether, trying to forge an Iron Armor to cover himself, readying for battle, but this time the Ether did not respond to him.
A strong sense of crisis surged in his heart as Bologue tried to pull out the folding knife and the Sheep Horn Shock Hammer from his waist, but now he couldn't even perform such actions, his body completely froze on the spot, unable to move.
A bright light fell from above, not shining on the ground, but onto the wooden floor, footsteps continued to draw near, a blurry figure gradually appeared in sight, finally stopping at the edge of the light, Bologue could only see a pair of polished shiny leather shoes.
"We meet again, Mr. Lazarus."
A familiar voice sounded, a white glove swept across in the dimness as Bologue suddenly sat backward, he didn't fall but sturdily landed on a chair.
The light above brightened, dispelling the surrounding darkness until Bologue could clearly see the coming mad shadow.
