In the hazy rain, a shadow as black as night pursued the speeding train relentlessly, with torrents of steam escaping through the mechanical seams, like a sharp blade effortlessly piercing the storm.
Lorenzo leaped high from his steed, grabbing the edge of the train. The sharp Nail Sword pierced into the steel seam, and with Lorenzo's force, the carriage door was slowly pried open. It was a freight car, and Lorenzo managed to force it open just wide enough for one person to enter, after which he slipped inside.
Not every inch of the freight car was packed with goods, allowing him some space to rest. He leaned against the cargo, while rain and cold wind poured in through the pried-open gap.
Gasping for breath, Lorenzo gradually sat up after a brief rest. Although the movement was gentle, it tugged at his wound, making him wince in pain.
