The armor resembling that of a Black Angel enveloped Lorenzo, yet it was more akin to a swarm of serpents writhing upon him, interwoven into this strange armor. Incandescent flames surged from its crevices, as if beneath the armor was not flesh, but a spirit body forged entirely of fire.
"Sabo, to kill the demon, you must destroy not only the heart but also the brain."
A deep voice resonated beside his ear, the burning sword blade swung effortlessly, and the restrained arm fractured with a crack.
The wound left by the blade was not a clean cut but charred black, as the extreme heat destroyed every cell the instant it struck, reducing flesh to drifting ashes.
Then, light from the heavens pierced through all darkness.
Lorenzo stood amidst flames upon the stakes, everything around him succumbing to the burning heat. Wounds were healing, albeit slowly, yet Lorenzo was spared from death for the time being.
