"Thorny Pain Lock."
York whispered; it seemed to be the name of the chain.
He bowed his head, praying devoutly, seeking the power encircling the small town, the crimson chains moving silently, like a thorn-covered python, silently coiling around York's body.
York seemed completely unaware of this, the power of evil frenzy squirming continuously in his shadow, until a crimson, seemingly burning figure started manifesting little by little.
He was not complete, just a shattered figure, lowering his head, pouring out thousands of words to York, all filled with frenzied rage.
As if possessing a certain connection, far on the other side of Gray Stone Town, a sleeping beast heard the same call.
Bologue suddenly sat up on the bed, eyes piercing, scanning the narrow room, all his muscles tensed for a good while before slowly relaxing.
What happened?
