"Target is conscious, condition is stable."
Amidst the drizzling rain, the security squad that rushed in subsequently quickly detained Lorenzo, and then medical personnel began examining both men.
Lorenzo obediently sat on the wreckage of the steel, allowing these people in white coats to examine him thoroughly, with some occasionally pulling down his eyelids to inspect his pupils. Meanwhile, Night Owl was lifted onto a stretcher, the heavy burden finally lifted, and he fell unconscious, not knowing where these white coats would take him.
Heavy cables gradually descended from the rail, attaching one by one to the Black Angel, lifting this eerie armor while the rain washed away the blood, gathering into a pale red fluid that dripped down.
As if something had triggered, the Black Angel moved once more, its broken wings slowly closing, completely enveloping itself, transforming back into that pitch-black egg shape.
