It seemed that Bola would die just like this, at the hands of Galahad. To be honest, with death approaching, Bola wasn't exactly afraid; he just felt a deep sadness. Galahad had killed Bluebird, and now he was about to kill him. Galahad was a friend, someone who fought against monsters, yet in the end, he became a monster himself.
How ironic...
The sharp blade in his pupils grew larger and larger, but at that moment, a spear covered in circuits pierced through the iron cage and struck Galahad's body. It couldn't penetrate the sturdy armor, but the sharp barbs sprang out from the front, clutching tightly onto Galahad's body.
"Little bird, fly up!"
A damning voice rang in his ear. It reminded Bola of a certain lunatic, but before he could recall the lunatic's face, more spears struck Galahad. Although they couldn't harm him, the barbs that sprang out bound him like shackles.
