Bologue slowly opened his eyes, intense sharp pain lingering in his mind. After waking up, he didn't immediately move his body but squinted and pondered some matters.
He no longer remembered the visage of that void world, leading Bologue to surmise that he hadn't died, merely fainting due to ether exhaustion.
Bologue's condition was terrible, but he personally felt it was manageable. The prolonged time in the Black Prison had trained Bologue's willpower to be exceedingly strong, just as he often mentioned.
Focus, endurance, tenacity...
After a few deep breaths, Bologue squeezed out a sliver of strength from his battered body. He raised himself, panting heavily, and looked to his side.
Aimou lay beside him, faint glimmers lingering atop her shell. However, for some unknown reason, these lights only covered her upper body, leaving her lower body shrouded in darkness.
