As the blood overflowed, the raging fire transformed into a blazing white ocean, surging wildly like rampant thorns, crawling over everyone's bodies and imposing the harshest execution by fire. The flames scorched the flesh, with pain reaching the soul.
Sparks scattered and flew, landing on the skin, bringing a clear sting. Galron watched the figure holding the Gun Sword, and whether it was an illusion or for some reason, that figure began to distort in Galron's eyes, growing sharp horns and spikes, with jagged bone wings slowly unfurling, like a demon from Hell.
"Stop them! Lorenzo!"
Bola, seeing Galron and the others survive, shouted at Lorenzo behind him, and in response came the fierce sounds of gunfire and sword clashes.
