Bologue's gaze was solemn. "This is just the beginning. Isn't it too early to be disappointed?"
"Oh? Then you better hurry up," Trick said seriously, leaning his long halberd forward. "I have no patience."
A familiar, crisp tremor sounded from afar, signaling the continuous expansion of the overlapping zone. Standing within this Pilgrim's Courtyard, Bologue was uncertain where the overlapping area had reached, but he could sense the surrounding ether concentration was still rising.
"Wei'Er, do you have any ideas?"
While Bologue and Trick faced off, Palmer placed his hopes on the black cat accompanying them. "We are just one step away from victory."
One step away?
This was Palmer's way of consoling himself. Even if they dealt with Trick, the Night King awaited them next. Just the dark void he released was terrifying enough—one could barely imagine the Night King's true form.
"Me?"
