The Flame Holder silently followed behind the two, its massive form still having enough room to move in the desolate hall.
Vaguely, Watson could feel a gaze sweeping over the Flame Holder—it was Lawrence.
Upon closer inspection, this was quite an interesting scene. On one side was Lorenzo with his sword, inhabited by a ghost of steel, and on the other was Lawrence—many Lawrences, a whole group of Lawrences.
"Ahead lies the Gate of the Celestial Kingdom. Has it given up resistance? There's no obstruction at all."
Lorenzo spoke softly, and although the surroundings were in ruins, the remnants of its past grandeur were still discernible.
Memories began to overlap, the glorious past overlaying the gloom, and distant memories surged in Lorenzo's mind. He saw it—a scene from the past, countless demons struggling to climb out of the Gate of the Celestial Kingdom only to be defeated by the arriving Medanzo.
