The fear from Lorenzo was embedded in their minds. They could only stand there dumbly, watching the figure clad in iron armor, his body pierced with sharp nail swords, like a hunted monster.
He was at the end of his rope.
No... it was they who were at the end of their rope, the New Order.
Only at this moment did they realize the absurdity of their actions. They were not the hunters; they were the prey, lured into a trap by a seemingly vulnerable hunter, laughingly thinking victory was within their grasp.
"Next."
The monster whispered, clearly engulfed in a sea of fire, yet the demon hunters only felt an unbearable chill.
Lorenzo turned around to look at them, slowly loosening his grip, letting the already notched nail sword fall. Then he reached behind his back, several nail swords that had pierced into his body during the attack now all bound by the solid armor.
