The ground beneath became a hell of white bones, a flash swept through, shattering the bone spikes that protruded below.
This wasn't a slash, more like being shattered by a tremendous force, the broken ends jagged like dog teeth, sprinkled with crushed gray-white powder.
Even now, Lawrence maintained an absolutely formidable stance, bursts of flame seeped from the gaps in his armor, he radiated brilliance, but such radiance was quickly obscured.
The ground no longer solid, it became soft, treacherous, filled with fractured bone spikes, the ground began to sink, like a predator lurking beneath the surface, ensnaring Lawrence who stepped into the trap.
He tried to break free, but the scarlet earth around him rose with dense bone spikes, like a mouth opening from thin air, completely engulfing Lawrence, along with the firelight on him.
