Blood seeped from the ear canal as Bologue clutched his ears in agony. More intense pain shot through his body, affecting everyone as if a lethal poison was invading their organs. A sharp pang pierced the chest, akin to an Iron Hammer repeatedly striking the ribs. Vital energy surged, crashing turbulently, while a metallic taste filled his throat.
The Hunters' pupils grew unfocused. Blood welled from their mouths and noses as they writhed in relentless torment, their throats emitting enraged battle cries, transforming all suffering into a desire to attack. They raised their Blades towards the giant lotus. At that moment, the lotus' heavy and enormous petals fanned rhythmically, resembling an insect about to take flight.
Whirlwinds roared in, scattering and repelling any Hunters trying to attack. Bologue thrust his sword into the frozen ground to steady himself, as a multitude of scarlet dots appeared in his eyes.
