Blood and rain intertwined, under this hazy curtain of rain, light twisted into different shapes, demons one after another, resembling primitive beasts, moving purely out of wild instinct, completely unaware of Lorenzo's strength, merely launching suicidal attacks against him.
The folding blade mechanically slashed, and while slashing, Lorenzo was also pondering something, looking at those rain-soaked faces, for the first time Lorenzo was no longer thinking with what the Demon Hunting Order taught him.
In the Demon Hunting Order, priests explained everything about demons from a theological perspective, but now, without a religious lens, viewing everything with pure rationality, Lorenzo had countless questions.
Why are demons so bloodthirsty?
