Flesh shriveled as if the blood had been drained, the torso shattered into countless pieces, like a giant meat grinder hidden in the shadows.
The battle was over.
With the cooperation of multiple parties, the man died just like that, and his ether reaction extinguished; the thousands of tons of illusory creation lost their subsequent support, disintegrating into smoke in mid-air, disappearing without a trace.
Bologue glanced at the ravaged underground dock, then looked at the aurora encircling his arm, gradually losing his grip over them as the light diminished and completely departed from this place.
His gaze slowly moved upward, into the darkness overhead, where Bologue guessed the Aurora Power had returned to its source and taken the news of the man's death back as well.
"Palmer, Olivia, you two escort The Imperfect away first," Bologue issued the command, then added to Olivia separately, "This is a chance for redemption, don't let me down."
