[What a wonderful dream, isn't it?]
The voice continued its inquiry.
[Isn't this everything you seek? The beautiful Golden Era, which I can promise you if you so desire.]
Lawrence stomped on the skull of a corpse, gripping the Nail Sword tightly in his hand.
He... they were invading this ruinous structure, where blood and flesh had also corroded the place. This massive building was like a giant monster, and Lawrence was boldly stepping into the trap it had set.
The walls squirmed, and the fallen sculptures seemed to come alive. They were driven by flesh and blood, raising their claws to guard Saint Nalos Cathedral.
But all of this was in vain. Under Lawrence's Nail Sword, their defenses were weak and vulnerable, advancing relentlessly until the entire structure began to shake violently.
Lawrence halted, seeing straight cracks appear in the walls, with a trickle of blood oozing from the gaps, followed by the ground shaking.
The building came alive, the structure transforming.
