Pain, ultimate pain.
Endless demons rushed toward Lorenzo. He tried to raise the Nail Sword and slash, the sharp steel cutting through one grotesque body after another, blood splattering everywhere.
For a moment, Lorenzo managed to single-handedly hold back the flood of demons, but soon more demons stepped over the corpses, the sword light frantically flashing. Yet Lorenzo was too weak to resist, eventually swallowed completely by the hell of flesh and blood.
The power of one man is so small, sharp claws tearing at Lorenzo's body, fangs repeatedly gnawing at the flesh, skin peeled away from the body, revealing endless white bones underneath, the bones being bitten off bit by bit.
The darkness of death reached its end.
Lorenzo was drenched in cold sweat, leaning on the Nail Sword, surrounded by flickering flames.
"Lawrence..."
Lorenzo whispered the taboo name, despondently lifting his head, only to see the broken body half-kneeling in front of him.
