The raging fire burned brightly, dyeing the cold and silent night with a crimson hue.
The pitch-black armor gripped the Nail Sword tightly, leaning against the blazing flames, allowing the muscles stiffened by the cold to soften.
The Secret Blood was constantly boiling, inhuman power being applied onto this body. At this moment, Lorenzo was infinitely close to that forbidden threshold, heading towards the unknown fear.
Perhaps it was pain and excitement, a hoarse growl emanated from beneath the armor.
This feeling was really great.
Lorenzo could distinctly feel the power flowing within him, along with that melting heat.
The Silver Binding Bolt was melting away, gradually disintegrating as the Secret Blood awakened. Once Lorenzo's power reached its peak, he would, like Ed, be slain by the Holy Silver Sword that pierced from within.
This was a penalty born within him, a sharp sword hanging high above his head.
