Sometimes you don't first lose something to gain it. It's possible to gain it first, then lose it...
What will you gain? And what will you lose?
Bologue's eyes lowered, deep in thought. He vaguely saw something—the scorched earth shrouded in smoke, the countless, dead soldiers...
Like an inescapable nightmare, it kept flickering before his eyes.
"Don't worry too much; we are the Undead. We have all the time to ponder these questions."
Serey vigorously patted Bologue on the shoulder. He probably thought Bologue looked downcast and wanted to encourage him, but that gesture scattered Bologue's thoughts like smoke.
"There's another point you need to pay attention to, Bologue."
Wei'Er spoke at this moment. Though just a black cat, its manner remained elegant, vaguely reminiscent of a noblewoman, the tail wrapped around itself, slightly swaying.
