Bologue let out a long breath, releasing the fatigue and pressure within him. Commanding the self-destruction of flesh and blood was no easy task; beyond the massive consumption of Ether, it placed an enormous burden on the spirit.
One could say that while issuing the command, Bologue had to manipulate the Ether, wielding a thousand blades against every inch of flesh, meticulously cutting it into mush with no pieces left over. This process was not gradual; it happened all at once.
Bologue's entire demeanor had become quite listless, his eyelids heavy, drowsy, yet he still mustered enough energy to observe the gradually calming blood sea.
Under the burning firelight, Bologue saw through the darkness, where boundless blood had evenly gathered at the bottom of the deep pit, forming a tranquil Blood Lake.
Staring at such a massive Blood Lake, Bologue felt a slight unease, remembering that every time that mysterious woman appeared, it was from such blood pools she emerged.
