"This place is..."
Lorenzo looked somewhat perplexed at this clear and cold world. Just a moment ago, he was still in the dim underground, but now he appeared here, with a naked man standing before him, trembling as if enduring immense pain.
"So cold... Why is it? Why won't it take me away?"
Horner crossed his arms, hugging his chest tightly.
So many things were beyond his comprehension. He had always been so insignificant, barely remembered by anyone.
He staggered towards Lorenzo, his footsteps faltering.
"As long as... as long as I kill you, I can leave, right..."
Horner murmured to himself.
Lorenzo gripped the Nail Sword with vigilance, seemingly guessing where this place was.
The eerie [Gap] filled with that familiar sensation, even without having seen the bench and fallen moon many times, Lorenzo could still be certain of this.
This wasn't his [Gap], but rather the [Gap] belonging to the man before him, the Demon's [Gap].
