The dark minions extended their hands, and all the shadows of the Ethereal Realm pounced towards Bologue, endless like black tidal waves, engulfing the only pristine island within the Ethereal Realm.
Secret Source.
Bologue was neither fearful nor panicked. He stepped forward valiantly, like a child learning to walk, initially stumbling a few steps, but soon his pace stabilized, and he sprinted gracefully like a cheetah.
The light before him magnified continuously until the rapidly surging air currents completely enveloped Bologue, countless specks of gray and white snow dust converging together, wrapping around him like drifting silk, or resembling wandering spirits in the sky.
Some brushed past Bologue, while others lightly stroked his body, hitting his skin and shattering into even finer dust.
