The entire workshop was shrouded in chaotic and eerie forces, with broken wings rising without wind, like a wild snowstorm. They danced, the sharp edges slicing through everything they touched, bursts of fire, and unlucky souls getting hit, with limbs and flesh flying.
Lorenzo quickened his pace, covered in armor, as the snowflakes struck his body, creating a series of booms. Some slices even penetrated through the gaps in his armor, piercing into his body, but this could not stop him.
The fierce flames were burning, boiling.
Pure white flames burst from the muzzle of the Winchester, the Dragon Breath Bullet sliced through the battlefield, severing part of the angels from the whole. Lorenzo seized this opportunity to advance swiftly, delivering heavy blows.
