Lorenzo recognized the face—it was Eve, who had just left not long ago, and more familiar yet dead faces appeared beside her.
An icy chill crept into his heart.
The sound of tides rose, growing louder and coming from all directions. Lorenzo remembered that where he lived was at least several blocks from the Thames River. How could a flood reach here? But in the next moment, pitch-black water burst through the doors and windows. It swept up the floating corpses of the dead, and without any time to resist, Lorenzo was engulfed by it.
This is a familiar feeling... Lorenzo remembered now. It was today's nightmare, sinking in this boundless ocean...
Was the one who drowned actually me?
At the end of the darkness, a light rose.
Lorenzo stood there dazed, still maintaining the motion of lighting a fire. The Nail Sword remained dutifully stuck beside him, a coat hanging from the hilt. His body was stiff, and then he slowly sat down.
