Bologue's figure was agile, like a breeze, weaving through the mist, appearing and disappearing at will.
Corpses toppled one after another, vanishing into the mist, as Bologue's depleted Ether slowly replenished under the continuous hunting. Like a scavenger bird, he relied on the death of enemies to sustain his battle.
Gradually, the King's Secret Swords sensed something was amiss—their numbers had dwindled too quickly without their knowledge. They immediately realized there was an assassin lurking in the mist. In such a dire environment, the atmosphere of fear grew thicker with Bologue's arrival.
Bologue moved freely through the mist, lurking behind enemies, silently killing them, then swiftly vanishing like a ghost.
His actions were hard to detect; the killings on the battlefield were almost soundless, leaving people defenseless.
