The heavy iron doors opened one by one in front of Lorenzo. After informing the Red Falcon that something was amiss, he proceeded all the way forward, heading to the front of the train where Bola was located.
Lorenzo's intuition had been warning him, even though such things were mysterious and elusive, he was certain that relying on it had allowed him countless times to narrowly escape death.
His hand constantly rested on the hilt of his sword, vigilant towards every soldier around him.
Based on his experience at the Demon Hunting Order, for missions involving demons, the Order sought elite power, ending the battle with the fewest Demon Hunters. Once the situation deteriorated, having too many personnel would only increase their risk of being corrupted, leading former comrades to turn into enemies.
On any level, this would be a heavy blow.
"Bola! Respond if you receive this!"
Between the gaps of two carriages, Lorenzo leapt onto the roof, where he could observe more.
