"here it is… "
Lorenzo looked at this clear and cold world with some confusion. Just now he was in the dim underground, but now he appeared here. In front of him was a naked man who kept shaking as if he was in great pain.
"It's so cold... Why? Why don't you take me with you?"
Horner crossed his arms and hugged his chest tightly.
There are many things that he cannot figure out. He has always been so insignificant that he is even difficult to be remembered.
He walked slowly towards Lorenzo, his steps staggering.
"As long as... as long as I kill you, I can leave..."
Horner muttered to himself.
Lorenzo gripped the spiked sword cautiously, as if he had guessed where he was.
That strange [gap] was filled with a familiar feeling. Although Lorenzo had not seen the bench and the setting moon many times, he was still sure of it.
This is not his [gap], but the [gap] of the man in front of him, the [gap] of the demon.
"In other words... can demons possess such strange things? Or are there other conditions?"
Lorenzo looked around, and his professional qualities as a detective made him associate and confirm many things.
But before Lorenzo could make any further inferences, Horner pounced on him, his spiked sword emitting a cold light, and chopped down fiercely.
At this moment, Horner is no longer the twisted piece of meat. In this spiritual world, he is the most original essence, the human form.
Blood spilled everywhere, dyeing the white snow red.
Horner stared blankly at the metal that had penetrated his chest. He was a little panicked at first. Large smears of blood were flowing on his body. He cried and screamed, but then he was confused.
It was excruciating pain, but he did not die.
He then broke into a maniacal laugh.
"This... this is hell!"
He shed tears as he spoke, like a madman.
Endless cold and hunger, he wouldn't even die, Horner was trapped here forever, unable to leave.
But suddenly, as if grasping some last hope, he raised his head and looked at Lorenzo, and his crazy eyes made the witcher tremble slightly.
"You can come in, and there will be a way out, right?"
"What are you talking about?"
Lorenzo didn't understand what he said, and he didn't know much about this weird thing called "Gap".
"I need to rely on my own strength... my own power."
The words of Priest Lawrence were whispered in his ears. The tiny sound was like the almost imperceptible sound of an insect waking up and pushing away the soil. But soon the sound became more and more intense, from a low murmur to a chaotic scream. The poor will was completely driven crazy by this baptism.
Horner looked at Lorenzo with a distorted face, and then rushed over like a madman. He had completely lost his mind.
Lorenzo instinctively swung the spike sword, and although it left wounds on his body, it was not enough to kill him. This was his world, the spiritual world.
How could metal kill the will of nothingness? Moreover, Lorenzo, who was in this place, was a little unsure whether what he held in his hand was a weapon made of metal or his own poor imagination.