The silence in the darkness seemed to last for who knows how long, and the figure lying on the ground finally showed some signs of movement. He slowly got up, supporting himself on the ground with both hands, forcing himself to stand up with difficulty.
Lorenzo couldn't quite remember what had happened. He recalled himself falling into the darkness... and then he couldn't remember anything after that. When he regained consciousness again, Lorenzo was already here.
In this expanse of darkness.
Before he could think further, intense pain surged through his body. It was as if during the time he lost consciousness, Lorenzo's body had been disassembled and reassembled. Cracks appeared on the black armor covering his body, with blood continuously flowing out from them.
Blood dripped drop by drop. Lorenzo touched his nose, staining his palm crimson red. Then came a sharp pain from his chest, causing him to involuntarily kneel, panting heavily through the agony.
