"I am already too old. Every time I trigger the Secret Blood, it comes with great risks. Sometimes, even I am unsure what would happen if I were to be completely consumed by it... After all, no Demon Hunter should live as long as I have."
Lawrence, the Dean, smiled as he looked at Lorenzo. He bore the wounds left by Lorenzo and Lancelot. Blood had almost completely stained him red. He was elderly, and his Authority had been seen through by Lorenzo. Clearly, victory was at hand, yet it was overturned at the last moment... Or perhaps, victory was never on Lorenzo's side.
This was the reason for his confidence, right? From start to finish, everything was under his control. What was being done now was merely a last resort.
Lorenzo stood frozen in place. In his eyes, Lawrence, the Dean, was no longer human. Although he maintained his humanoid shape, the overwhelming erosion was more intense and frightening than any Demon Lorenzo had ever encountered.
