To the Night Race, silverware is as deadly as sunlight. When it touches their bodies, it leaves scorch marks, as if burned by invisible flames, reducing flesh to warm ashes mysteriously.
The Undying Body that the Night Race prides itself on loses its regenerative power under the suppression of silverware. When struck in a fatal spot, they die as helplessly as ordinary mortals.
Under Bologue's swift assault, the head of an elite Bloodthirster was burned hollow, with sparks flying from the slender wound.
"Derby, there's something wrong with this guy," a blood-colored glow rose in Zefirin's eyes. "He's different from ordinary enemies."
Zefirin wanted to continue speaking about Bologue's special traits, but when the words reached his lips, he found that he had no answers to offer.
