The ether surged wildly. Once in an advantageous position, the Negative Power User intensified the assault on Bologue's mind. Although he wasn't skilled at imagination or cognitive modification, he excelled at inflicting intense pain on the nerves and senses until the target fell unconscious and lost control.
Bologue's breathing grew heavy, and he gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain as if cut by swords. His blood-forged armor shattered under the onslaught of thunder, ice, and frost, only to be mended and repaired again.
Not far away, the deck suddenly cracked. Several members of the Night Race from the Augmentation School enhanced their physical abilities and charged quickly towards Bologue, their swords and knives radiating a chilling gleam.
They grew closer and closer to Bologue, the fervor and joy of impending victory becoming ever clearer, almost roaring out from their pores.
