The cold wind and snow engulfed Lorenzo, leaving a thin layer of white snow on his clothes. A massive fracture appeared on the ice in front of him, and the shattered crowd struggled within it, like criminals drowning in their sins.
The man stood up, shook off the ice and snow from his body, and stepped forward on the floating ice, casually stepping on those withered hands or kicking a loathsome head hard.
"Do you want to try? It's very relieving."
In this hellish scene, the man was still having fun.
Lorenzo shook his head, refusing this damned way of entertainment. He looked at the hideous faces devoid of humanity and asked.
"Is this it, then?"
"Part of it, this is just its probing. Even after being imprisoned for so long, it is tirelessly testing the strength of its cage, waiting for the moment when the iron chains show a gap."
His gaze penetrated the dark blue seawater, reaching the deepest part of the entangled iron chains, beneath the dim seabed.
