The Speaker could clearly hear the sticky chewing sound, as if the weapon had come to life, gnawing on him.
"Get away!"
The Speaker shouted, the Power of Command of Fantasy Becoming Reality pressing on Bologue, trying to push him back, but the Ether just gathered, quickly dissipated, and vanished without a trace.
Silence? Or Prohibition!
The Speaker looked around in terror, the only ones who could flatten his Ether in a breath were the Seekers of Glory from the Origin School, but in this Nest Core, there were only Bologue and Holt.
A strange feeling of withdrawal surged from the wound in his throat, as if someone was sucking his blood in big gulps, pulling out the Ether stored within.
"Ah... Ah!"
The Speaker screamed uncontrollably, never having encountered such a bizarre situation, and then he saw Bologue with eyes like torches.
Protection·Soul Sucking and Essence Stealing.
