Close your eyes, feel the power flying away, withdrawing from the ruined shell like dissipating mist, they constantly detach, traverse long distances, and then inject into another shell, refilling, swelling the withered body.
The stagnant heart leaps powerfully once more, squeezing the blood, spreading it to every part of the flesh, rejuvenating the old body.
Beneath the steel mask, ghostly flames flicker, expanding and bright like the blazing sun.
The strong light persists briefly, then extinguishes, replaced by a faint glow reflecting in the darkness, allowing those who gaze into the dark to barely sense the presence of eyes under the shadow.
Lawrence feels the slowness of his physique; he is no longer as sharp as before.
This is inevitable; he consumed too many people's [Gap], those shattered memories scattered into countless fragments, no matter how he clears them away, some redundancies inevitably remain, gradually making Lawrence's will bloated.
