Although the eerie face on his chest hasn't opened its eyes yet, Lawrence knows very well that the Holy Grail Flesh has developed its own instincts.
It knows that Lawrence is its host, and until the Holy Grail Flesh fully occupies Lawrence, they share each other's fate.
"How could it be possible? There's nothing left that can trap you now. It's just my dying counterattack."
Lorenzo steadied his sword stance, and a somewhat desolate voice followed.
Even though he said that, his eyes burning with scorching white flame were fixed on Lawrence.
A brief high-temperature explosion indeed seems feasible, but due to the factor of Holy Grail Flesh, it can't completely kill Lawrence. Lorenzo needs a more sustained explosion until the speed of destruction surpasses the Holy Grail's self-healing.
But clearly, Lorenzo knew that such information wouldn't help him now, as Lawrence was already on alert. He wouldn't give Lorenzo a second chance.
