Under the pitch-black night sky, grotesque and sprawling flesh filled the entire ground, rising high and then drooping down, like a mountain range of folds that severed everything.
Except for the eerie green lights at the end of the horizon, it seemed there was no more light in the whole world, and in this quieter space, new flames began to burn from the Abyss.
The flesh, like clods of earth, emitted a shriveled burning sound, and then a faint light appeared beneath its dark gray surface. In the next moment, a sharp Nail Sword pierced out from it, and then a fierce white fire began to burn wildly along this crack, eventually burning out a human-sized hole.
Pushing through the hard flesh, Lorenzo crawled out, enveloped in steaming white smoke. He breathed heavily, then bent over and retched.
Dark red flesh was expelled, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. He seemed very exhausted, and after emptying his stomach, he sat down with his sword.
