"It seems there's no other choice."
Lorenzo muttered to himself, meanwhile, the Secret Blood surged within him like a restless flame, continuously roaring and rolling until the ominous power completely permeated every inch of his body.
The Iron Armor did not continue to grow but instead began shedding continuously, until Lorenzo's original appearance was exposed. It was as if he had given up resisting, shedding all his armor, but in the next moment, he moved swiftly. Amidst the interference of rain and gale, in the dim vision, the Demon Hunters found it momentarily difficult to discern his direction.
[Secret Blood Awakening 31%, has exceeded the critical value.]
This world was far more complex than Lorenzo had imagined. His once naive fantasies about the Night of the Holy Arrival now seemed laughable.
The truth veiled behind the curtain was far more complicated and terrifying than he had imagined, and he should not just perish here; he still had so much to do.
