The roar echoed incessantly in the narrow stairwell. Bologue's foot landed on a dust-covered step, and the entire stone crumbled under the pressure, nearly causing Bologue to fall.
Damn it, how long has it been since Ewen maintained this castle?
After regaining his balance, Bologue continued forward, while the fatigue in his body became increasingly evident. Previously, Bologue could sense the Ether's activity within him, but now it was slowly becoming lifeless, signaling that Bologue was nearing the root of the narrative.
"Sorry, Ewen."
Gathering what remaining strength he had, Bologue's fist ignited with the Flame of the Cauldron, and with a punch, he struck the wall. In the next second, the entire wall collapsed under the blaze of the Flame of the Cauldron.
