As the blazing sun reached its most furious peak, it also marked the moment of its decline. The flames, fully unfurled, suddenly extinguished, and the extreme temperatures plummeted. In an instant, the blinding light of scorching heat disappeared, leaving only the ash-covered ground from the burning.
Lorenzo stood alone on the burnt ground, the Staff Sword in his hand slowly cooling until the heated metal returned to calmness.
Bola looked at Lorenzo's back, realizing once again the strength of Lorenzo. As time went on, the Demon Hunter before him became increasingly human, while mastering more forbidden powers.
"Pseudo-God..."
Murmuring this unsettling term, Bola couldn't help but lift the Funeral Bell in his hand, aiming its muzzle at Lorenzo.
He didn't understand why he was doing it, but in a daze, his hand raised involuntarily, as if by instinct, driven by the biological urge to eliminate this extreme threat.
A cold breeze passed through, dispelling the harsh heat.
