Under the continuous slaughter of these two monsters, even the sturdy Broken Dome could no longer withstand it all, and began to collapse amidst the burning flames.
The ground beneath their feet gave way, dragging Lorenzo and Roger into the dust and smoke.
Lorenzo lost sight of Roger but could feel the intense erosion still lingering around him; he wasn't dead yet.
The two fell to the next level. Without waiting to catch their breath, Lorenzo swung the Great Sword again, dispersing the surrounding smoke, and saw Roger staggering; he didn't dodge but stood not far before Lorenzo.
The massive wound on his chest was difficult to heal now, and countless tentacles could be seen flying about, as if his chest had turned into a giant, grotesque maw ready to devour life.
"You've advanced again, Holmes."
Roger's voice was hoarse; the sword Lorenzo had just swung nearly severed his spine.
