"I may go crazy next, Aimou, but I'm not losing control."
As he finished saying this, Bologue skillfully manipulated his consciousness, allowing a thought to repeatedly intensify within his mind, like strokes drawn over and over on paper, leaving marks deep enough to penetrate through the back.
Kill him.
Aimou could feel the brutally rational thought in Bologue's mind, as if, at this moment, Bologue had transformed into a god of pure murder, destruction, and vengeance.
Bologue relinquished control of his body, surrendering his mind and heart to that irrational obsession.
The story that followed was simple; it was an extremely savage slaughter, a battle with no technique, just a clash of power against power.
A duel between two monsters.
Bologue completely ignored the terrifying wound on his chest, unimaginable force surged through his hands, accompanied by a crunching friction sound as he forcibly pulled the grudge bite out of Yidir's chest.
