The smell of the smoke carried a subtle fragrance, but Bola didn't want to inhale it for long. After the operation in Ende Town, Lorenzo had explained many useful things, such as the use of Wind Tobacco. Afterward, Bola had impulsively tried it once, experiencing no terrifying or horrific visions, but he did feel a long period of lethargy following it.
Lorenzo stood as still as a statue, head bowed as if deep in thought. The tobacco burned between his fingers, and the rising smoke formed into various shapes.
It felt heavy and scorching hot, as if Lorenzo were trapped inside an oven. Every step he took required all his strength, and a piercing shriek of turning gears echoed in his ears, as though he were carrying a mountain forward.
Yet strangely, there was no pressure, none of that oppressive presence from the Demon.
