Darkness breeds beneath the flesh-shell, as if possessing a life of its own, it endlessly mutters, tempting.
Shao Liangye's expression is grave, hand resting on the folding blade's handle, the weapon ready to strike at any moment. Judging by his usual combat strength, his skill is astonishing, capable of easily severing falling leaves, but he's uncertain if he can kill the entity before him... Or rather, do such entities even comprehend the concept of death anymore?
Retreating slowly, Shao Liangye can only pin his hopes on Lorenzo's sanity, while he crouches down, hunched over, face distorted.
"Roger Cruz."
In the shadows, Lorenzo rises with difficulty, muttering to himself.
"You crave destruction and death, walking the path destined to shatter."
In his eyes, flames flicker, unlike before when controlling the Black Angel, this time Lorenzo is operating on two fronts, fighting as the Flame Holder while also struggling to act.
