Deathly silence, not a sound remains.
Aimou felt deep sorrow at such a desperate outcome, and couldn't help but shed tears.
After wiping away the tears, Aimou's emotions returned to stability. She thought she wasn't a person who easily empathizes... perhaps because the darkness was too profound, profound enough for her physiological instincts to react.
"Your reaction is quite unexpected," Leviathan said.
Aimou didn't want to explain anything, letting her hands fall powerlessly, she understood that in this situation, she could only submit to fate, not knowing what this Devil named Leviathan intended to do.
"What did he do at the time?"
Aimou turned her head, glancing at Bologue's corpse. In this high concentration Ether environment, Bologue's self-healing speed was rapid, the burns left by the light on his skin had mostly healed on their own, and even his severed limbs had grown new flesh.
If only some more time could be delayed... Bologue should be able to come back to life.
