"God..."
The brilliant light reflected in the murky eyes of the Scavenger Rat. He carried the body of the Divination Master, and exhaustion seemed to conquer him at this moment. The Scavenger Rat slowly knelt down, akin to a pilgrim in this divine and magnificent scene.
The corroded and mottled metal was rejuvenating at this moment, burning and melting in the azure flames, being reforged and recast.
The molten iron, glowing like a drizzle, poured over Bologue. The Scavenger Rat closed his eyes in terror, already imagining the scene of Bologue wailing to death under the intense heat.
There were no cries of agony, only increasingly heavy footsteps, as iron boots shook the ground.
The scorching molten iron did not harm Bologue. Like living creatures, the molten, life-like metal serpents crawled around Bologue's body, entwining to form armor like interwoven threads.
