"Lorenzo!"
Arthur was calling him, but his vision was somewhat blurry, and Lorenzo couldn't see him clearly.
"I'm fine..."
He replied, his steps stumbling.
"I just... need to calm down a bit..."
His mind was afflicted with almost tearing pain, as various fragmented memories continuously flashed before his eyes.
The pitch-black armor was shedding piece by piece, clattering onto the ground.
...
Lorenzo could scarcely recall how he emerged from that shadowy underground. He stood beneath a dim and gloomy sky, with Old Dunling's towering buildings resembling spears piercing the sky, like ancient forest trees that overshadow all light.
Cold air surged into his nostrils, making him feel much more lucid, yet the persistent, throbbing pain in his mind continued to torment him.
