Duwa crouched like a zealot ready to sacrifice himself at any moment, covering his cheeks with both hands, peering through the gaps in his fingers at the original object, his body trembling violently from time to time. Bologue could faintly hear his heartbeat and quickened breathing.
Bologue didn't understand what was happening, nor could he comprehend Duwa's ramblings. His knowledge of alchemy was only at an entry level, and he had no idea what it meant to be a cornerstone that subverts frameworks.
A strange atmosphere filled the surroundings. Bologue turned around to look at Mamo and Nesanel. Their eyes also shimmered with a faint light from the Spirit Vision Liquid, their expressions solemn, as if facing a formidable enemy.
