At this moment, Eve finally felt her own helplessness. In the face of that true threat, she could do nothing. That serene yet grim face loomed near, like a ghost breaking through a nightmare.
Beside her, Selyu was pulling on Eve, trying to drag her away, but at that speed, they were still too slow.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
The sharp Great Sword pierced through the smoke and the sea of fire. Lorenzo couldn't stop Dean Lawrence, but just a few seconds of delay would be enough, like holding onto a ridiculous hope, as if just delaying those few seconds could save Eve, as if some hope would emerge.
So he threw the Great Sword in his hand.
