Gradually, the joy faded; no one responded to Blue Jade's words. She looked over, seeing only a silent, struggling figure.
Bola, after all, was only human. He had pushed the Demons aside, clearing a path for Blue Jade, exhausting all his strength in the process. Now, he could only wearily wave his Folding Blade, making his final stand.
The Demons had tightly surrounded him. In merely a few seconds, several wounds had already appeared on Bola's body. He was about to die, yet he did not call for help. He didn't even glance at Blue Jade, as if once he opened the path, it was expected for her to escape, rather than standing there daftly, watching him.
Bola had always been tormented; it stemmed from a nightmare ten years ago.
He survived and escaped the Silent Sea, returning to Ingwig. Bola knew well the price of his survival. He often wondered, if it had been Lancelot who survived, would everything be different?
