Yes, Bola has fallen, and no one can hold back the Demons for her; she is going to die too.
It seemed as though he recalled something, Bola heard another voice.
[You want to save her, don't you?]
[Accept me.]
[Become one with me...]
An eerie voice whispered by his ear, as if someone was softly speaking to him, and the Demon's face began to contort, then unified, as though an ancient presence was speaking with him... No, it was this damned Armor.
Bola's level of erosion was nearing its critical point, and the Armor of Original Sin was retaliating against him, controlling him.
He should refuse, even if it meant dying rather than joining the Demons, but he suddenly thought of Blue Jade. What would her fate be? Torn to pieces, or becoming one of the Demons?
For a moment, Bola was tempted by this deal. In the darkness, he reached out his hand, and just as he was about to grasp the Devil's hand to seal the contract, furious flames saved him.
