The fiery flames intertwined, molten iron like bright raindrops fell and scattered. The neutralizing liquid pooled on the ground, rising in scorching steam under the high temperature, making the lights bloom in a haze, two figures fighting, dancing in the misty light.
The knight charged through the corridor, leaping high, the nail sword in his hand descending like a thunderous punishment, cleaving the object before him in two.
In this narrow space, the demon had no room to evade, it could only passively endure this lethal sword strike. Under the scorching holy silver, Lorenzo's blow once again heavily injured the demon, yet it was still not enough.
Grotesque wounds that healed slowly were left on the flesh, the hot blood like flowing magma, with just brief contact, the tip of the nail sword was already slightly reddened.
