"Ah...ugh..."
The Bomberman's breath was getting weaker and weaker, until finally... he stilled completely.
"No doubt... he's dead."
Sheraya's expression was somewhat grave; he still couldn't get used to the act of killing.
However, this was the necessary kill-or-be-killed Analog Horror instance, and Sheraya understood that he didn't have the luxury to wallow in sadness or refuse, so he quickly suppressed his emotions.
"Um... let's put him down," said Fei Ye.
"I understand." Sheraya immediately cancelled his ability, and the rope hanging in midair lost control, releasing the Bomberman's body, which fell to the ground alongside it.
"Speaking of which..." Xiao Yi looked at Sheraya, curiously asking, "Sheraya, why do I feel like you can control anything now? And you can also heal? It feels like you can do everything, what exactly is your ability?"
"Xiao Yi," Fei Ye reminded, "it's better not to bring up the topic of talent abilities now."
