Tino had heard the legends about Bologue; once you fell into his hands, a swift death would be a blessing instead.
Tino felt this now, as the blood covering the ground just reached his shoes, and faintly, he could still feel the warmth of the blood.
"I only need one survivor," Bologue said to Tino.
Tino paused; he knew what would happen next, but the mere thought of death made an even greater fear control his mind, causing him to involuntarily speak.
"I..."
Recalling the horrific scenes of others compressed into blood spheres, Tino uncontrollably shouted out.
"I! I!"
Bologue nodded lightly, and before anyone else could react, they collapsed one by one into twisted lumps of flesh and blood spheres, unable to even scream before they burst into torrents of blood that painted the walls thoroughly.
Blood dripped onto Tino, the residual warmth burning his skin like fire, stinging his nerves.
