Many times, the right choice doesn't lead to a good result, but sometimes a bad decision can win a glimmer of hope.
Lorenzo slowly opened his eyes, emerging from the [Gap], the demon hunter now in a state of unprecedented disarray, but as if he had made some significant decision, he clenched his fist.
What an interesting description.
Recalling Watson's words, Lorenzo felt as if he was reacquainting himself with the demons.
As an ant, Lorenzo wanted to call for human help, so he piled up a heap of insect corpses... which for ants was winter food, but for the summoned humans was just a pile of rotten, disgusting trash.
Humans and demons are fundamentally different beings, with a barrier between their thoughts that's hard to cross.
One might even say, the demons' savage actions, in their eyes, are merely an interesting game?
"Mr. Holmes?"
Red Falcon pushed the door open and saw Lorenzo, interrupting his thoughts, and called out.
