It's truly an indescribable emotion, the ecstasy of revenge intertwining with anger, along with the hatred of betrayal.
Though Lorenzo only glanced at that man, and even his face was blurred due to high-speed movement, Lorenzo recognized him in that instant, the man who should have died on the Night of the Holy Arrival.
"I never thought you'd still be alive, Dean Lawrence."
The voice beneath the armor was devoid of any emotion; it's as if the knight beneath it was edging towards something inhuman, sinking into the depths of darkness.
"Lo... Lorenzo!"
Eve behind him seemed to recognize this fearsome body and exclaimed.
Selyu's expression changed slightly; she clearly heard Eve's words. She hardly dared to connect this terrifying figure with the person in her mind, yet when he turned his head, although his features were unclear, the inexplicable familiarity confirmed his identity.
"Quick, run away!"
