All known common sense has been wiped out, and the world of common sense has completely collapsed.
Lorenzo felt as if he was in a constant free fall, smashing into one world after another, from the streets of old Dunling to the boundless ocean, until everything fell into a strange darkness.
This is the world of the spirit, arising from the struggle between two consciousnesses.
Rage clouded Lorenzo's thoughts. How could a metal blade shatter a consciousness? Not to mention that everything was based on the spirit.
Lorenzo let out an angry roar. He was just one step away, just one step away from killing Archbishop Lawrence completely.
He poured out all that resentment, but then he calmed down and carefully observed the darkness before him.
Be sensible, stay sensible.
After the rage came the fear of clarity. Now his consciousness was entangled with that of Priest Lawrence. While he was influencing Priest Lawrence, Priest Lawrence was also influencing him.
"Watson!"
Lorenzo called out. He had no idea about the battle in the [Gap] and now could only place his hope on that strange fake Holy Grail.
But there was no response. Only Lorenzo's own voice echoed in the darkness. It was like being at the bottom of a deep well, and no one paid attention to his existence.
"Watson!"
Lorenzo roared again.
He made a deal with Watson that she would assist Lorenzo in killing Dean Lawrence, but now she no longer responds to Lorenzo's calls.
I looked at the darkness blankly, no one answered, just like a child crying to himself, no one cared.
After a long silence, Lorenzo sneered.
Sure enough, this kind of ghost stuff is not trustworthy!
Lorenzo was annoyed, but then the damn metaphor came to his mind again.
Maybe Watson is still abiding by the agreement, but from her perspective the agreement is a little special.
Yes, in Watson’s metaphor, she is the human being, and he is just a poor ant. How can a humble ant see the scenery of humans
A dense sound echoed in my ears, as if hundreds of snakes were swimming around, their cold scales rubbing against each other, making a slight but chilling sound.
Without any object to refer to, Lorenzo didn't even know how much time had passed here. Perhaps several days had passed, but it could also be just a few minutes. In the absolute darkness, human will was extremely fragile.
Perhaps this is the world that people who have undergone a frontal lobotomy face.
Nothing can go out, and no one can come in. Only desperate cries echo in this strange darkness.
No... that's not the case.
Lorenzo seemed to realize something. He looked into the darkness, and his confused eyes began to harden like a piece of stone.
“This is the spiritual world.”
He stressed, his voice like thunder.
Therefore, cracks appeared in the darkness, light flashed through them, and then completely collapsed.
Behind the dark curtain was the familiar Priest Lawrence, who looked at Lorenzo and clapped his hands softly.
"You're a fast learner, kid."
It was still the battlefield in the wilderness, but as if time had gone back, all traces of the previous battles had disappeared, just like Lorenzo's [Gap]. No matter how much damage was done, when Lorenzo returned again, there would still be a ghostly bench standing on the deserted ice field.