The aged eyes were filled with searing flames; within Arthur's silhouette, Lorenzo saw himself, his former self.
More than a year ago, in the dim tunnels of the Lower City District, he and a girl named Eve were on a mission; it was there he rediscovered the presence of demons.
Lorenzo still remembered his excitement at that time, nearly howling with joy as his aimless life suddenly found an outlet.
Presumably, Arthur is feeling the same now, he and the knights of the Purification Mechanism across generations all moved forward for an almost void goal, until after so many years, Arthur finally saw the end on this seemingly endless path.
There's no way he could retreat, he would sprint forward even if he fell and couldn't rise again, he would crawl to the end—this was the closest he had ever been to everything, surely death wouldn't scare him away.
