The scent of disinfectant mixed with the smell of blood swirled around Lorenzo, making him sneeze involuntarily.
Rubbing his nose vigorously, Lorenzo lazily leaned back, his gaze then falling on the Cleaners around him.
These introverted fellows were busy at the scene, struggling to carry away the injured. The survivors had all seen the appearance of the Angels, and from the regulations, it was clear these people were contaminated and needed to be isolated.
The entire Purification Mechanism was running at full speed. A clattering noise sounded above, as rails dragged supplies through various rooms. Steam rose at the end of the corridor, and the Armor of Original Sin knelt on the ground.
Although its size was too large, limiting its movement within the Perpetual Motion Pump to the rails, the Armor of Original Sin, when positioned in the corridor, could serve as a sturdy cannon for defense.
