"That's everything I witnessed within the Ethereal Realm."
Bologue stood before the long table, utterly exhausted, and said, "I've already conveyed this intelligence to the Decision Room."
Having said this, Bologue slumped back into his chair and picked up a potion from the metal box on the table, where silver starlight shimmered.
Bologue infused himself with the Mang Silver Soul; the fullness of the soul brought him a sense of peace. Mamo said that his energy and physical strength were greatly depleted, and this would make him feel better.
He tossed the empty potion aside and looked ahead. On either side of the long table sat aged scholars, just like Mamo, with each looking beyond recognition, sitting in wheelchairs with IV poles standing like flags behind them, colorful bottles hanging from them.
Their emaciated bodies were hidden under the Red Robe, with gold threads interwoven at the corners to signify their noble status.
