Lorenzo asked.
"No, we wore the armor made by demons."
Tesla said.
Immediately, a heavy heartbeat resounded upon the Armor of Original Sin.
An indescribable pressure suddenly intensified, and at that moment, the Geiger counters lining the well walls all turned a dangerous blood red. They chimed together, like a flock of crows circling this deep well, lamenting mournfully.
This time it truly awakened, cold blood began to flow slowly, its dormant heartbeat like a war drum.
"It hasn't completely died."
Lorenzo couldn't help but grip his Staff Sword tighter, as if he might draw the blade at any second.
Demons have strong vitality; to ensure its death, one must destroy the brain and heart. Yet now the heartbeat emanates from this armor, the heartbeat of a demon.
"Yes, we need the demon alive. Only when it's alive can the flesh continue to grow, and only then can the robust muscles drive the armor under the engine's power."
"You're playing with fire."
