Suddenly, an indescribable sense of despair enveloped Aimou's heart, and after many years, she once again felt her own fragility, and was angry at her own incompetence.
But Aimou did not lose her ability to act due to despair. She decisively slit Bologue's throat and pierced his heart. Despite being the one she loved, her hand was exceptionally ruthless.
Aimou had no time to feel this strange emotion, nor did she have time to consider whether she could hide inside Bologue's body, but she at least accomplished what Bologue entrusted her with.
A speeding silhouette appeared behind Aimou, Oken wielded the heavy giant sword, swearing to crush Aimou and Bologue into mud.
The cold wind swept past, and Aimou noticed the breath of the Death God, she struggled to maintain her composure.
Be strong.
An even colder edge flashed past Aimou's body, she heard the sound of flesh tearing, and felt the cold blood dripping behind her.
