The storm came from the sea, driving the tides, brandishing thunder, with roaring thunderclaps echoing close by, resonating under the steel canopy of these wreckate ruins, making everyone feel as if they were under a large bell, with reverberations cutting through eardrums, injecting a vivid sense of pain into the mind.
Bologue remembered the book "Frankenstein" that Belphegor had mentioned, in which the scientific monster stitched together from corpse fragments was resurrected in just such a thunderstorm.
The heap of steel corpses was awakening, Bologue could feel it, under each thunderclap, every wreckage was growling, wanting to tell the newcomers their past legends.
Bologue's mood inexplicably brightened, with someone else's blood on his face, showing a strange smile, his voice laced with laughter.
"Is he considered your friend?" Bologue looked back and asked the Scavenger Rat, "At a time like this, you're still bringing him along."
