The Secret Blood had already surpassed its threshold, descending into deeper darkness and ascending towards a greater realm.
A raging fury of flames erupted from the wound, swirling and rising, burning Roger's body to ash white.
The helmet was abandoned, revealing the crack between the face armor, Lorenzo saw Roger's vacant gaze, but in the next second, light shimmered within the void, his eyes quickly moved, finally turning towards Lorenzo, a smile appeared on his hateful face.
Countless scarlet tendrils proliferated in the scorching flames, grabbing the about-to-be-thrown helmet and pulling it back to its place, flesh entwined, merging the long nails with the armor, the damaged flesh healed rapidly.
"At this level, you can't kill me, Holmes."
Roger raised his hand, catching the long nail that was about to fall, the nail pierced through his palm, pinning into his shoulder, but no matter how hard Lorenzo tried, it could no longer continue further.
