The explosion sounds intertwined with people's cries, echoing repeatedly in the sky over Ice Bay. Tonight feels like the omen of twilight in myth, as the vibrant city collapses continuously in the flames.
Standing from a high point, one could see two figures hastily moving through the darkness, with one pursuing the other, flattening all obstacles along the way.
This chase has lasted for an unknown amount of time until finally, at a certain moment, the flames and explosions subsided.
Lorenzo donned the pitch-black scale armor. It did not completely cover Lorenzo's body but protected the vital areas, allowing Lorenzo to be shielded while not hampered by this armor.
The hard material coiled around Lorenzo's hand, forging a long slender black nail sword, crudely made with an edge that wasn't sharp, like a stubborn baton.
