The Light Forged's tendrils quickly attacked, and Bologue leaped up, avoiding the successive assaults. Then another safety door opened right in front of Bologue.
Little Furya was getting more and more skilled.
Bologue rushed in headfirst, knocking over several desks. Blank papers flew around like dust in the air.
On the straight and flat office floor, with Bologue suddenly appearing, the employees who had been working with their heads down stopped their busy activities. They looked up, their blank faces beginning to twist, and then Furya's visage emerged upon them.
"Meeting again?"
Bologue waved a hand, trying to greet them, and immediately turned to dash toward the other side. The Furyas pushed aside the obstructive desks, and the gathered ether formed into resilient threads, layer by layer, aiming to entangle Bologue.
"Can you open another door?"
