The entire courtyard has been reduced to ruins. The rising sea of fire evaporates the water in the pool, making it sparkle. Even in such a cold night, there is warm water vapor in the air, like slowly rising and falling invisible snakes, swimming and entwining themselves around one person after another.
The soldiers further out were looking at this place vigilantly, their fingers firmly on the triggers, waiting for Arthur's orders.
Everyone was waiting for him, waiting for his instructions, but he was looking at Eve, countless emotions stirring his old heart.
Of course he knew what Lorenzo meant. He was the cold-blooded decision maker beside the railroad tracks. The value of Priest Lawrence was obvious to all. He could not let him go for any reason, but the price was his beloved daughter.
This was a difficult decision, so difficult that even the determined Arthur began to waver.
In this long silence, time slowed down. Lorenzo looked at the entangled man. He was the powerful Duke and the manager of the dark purging agency. He held the scepter in his hand, but now that great power could do nothing.
It's so sad.
He could make the torrent of steel destroy cities and split pools, but he couldn't even protect his own daughter. Because of his beloved daughter, even a will as strong as steel would have countless cracks.
After all, Arthur is just a mortal. Without the halo surrounding him, he is just an ordinary person, a father.
Lorenzo suddenly felt a little tired. Looking at Priest Lawrence in front of him, although he didn't want to admit it, he still had to say that what Priest Lawrence said was right, very right.
A weapon should be like a weapon, without emotion, without communication, just sharpening its edge and then killing the target.
Without friends, without life, without worries, it has no weaknesses.
Arthur is a very powerful man. Like the Stuart family, the history of the Phoenix family also runs through the entire Glorious War. In every generation, young people with the surname Phoenix go to the battlefield. Even after so many years of the end of the war, this ritual-like behavior has not stopped, and generation after generation has gone to the war in the shadows.
He could wield a sword to cut iron and command thousands of troops, but in the end he had a family and a daughter, so even the strongest steel would become soft, and he developed weaknesses.
Lorenzo seemed to be tired, not because of himself, but because he felt tired from Arthur's slightly shaking body.
"We have no chance against Arthur. His power is Shandaren, the Shandaren who can predict the future. He can see the 'effect' before your 'cause' occurs. No tricks will work."
The strange and cunning Shangdafeng, this power does not cause any physical changes when it is triggered, and it is difficult to distinguish. If Lorenzo had not recalled the ancient title, he might have been kept in the dark until now.
"Mr. Holmes, have you made such a decision?"
Arthur asked suddenly.
Lorenzo nodded, expressionless.
It had been done a long time ago, he was the last sane man left, and he dealt with the last of the out-of-control witchers on that ship.
Lorenzo had pressed the lever of fate long ago, and the train roared past, crushing those once familiar faces.