This world is deep, like a silent sea. When you fall into the sea, you can feel the biting cold caressing your whole body. It strangles your throat little by little, hits your lungs, squeezes out all the oxygen, and then drags you into the sticky dark seabed.
You fell helplessly, trying to resist, but the cold water flowed through your palms. You tried to grab onto something, but it was so clear in this quiet sea.
There is nothing, no seaweed, no fish, only clear water. You fall slowly, and in the darkness, there are whitened hands reaching out, welcoming you and hugging you.
There were countless dead bodies. No one knew how long they had been there. Their skin had completely lost its color and turned gray. Their withered faces were filled with strong emotions, and the last second before death was forever frozen in time.
You howl in horror, but this only makes you die faster. The sea water pours into your mouth and nose, and your body gradually loses strength. You can't do anything, and die in despair under this feeling of powerlessness.
You become one of the Drowned.
Lorenzo suddenly woke up from the table, raised his knees hard and slammed them against the table, shaking it a little. In his panic, everything on the table fell down and rolled all over the floor.
Taking a deep breath, Lorenzo squeezed his head hard, and the chill in his heart gradually dissipated.
He had a nightmare.
Lorenzo seldom dreams, let alone nightmares. He remembered that the last time he had a nightmare was when he just arrived in Old Dunling. He used the power of Gabriel for the first time and his memories were confused. Under this infection, he was entangled in nightmares for a long time until he felt it again today.
"It's so cold..."
Lorenzo said sincerely.
He fell asleep while sitting at the table. The sky outside the window was dim. It was almost dawn and the air temperature was extremely cold. Coupled with the water vapor in the air, the scenery outside the window was blurred by the attached water vapor.
Lorenzo picked up his notebook, in which he recorded a lot of secret knowledge, including part of the interrogation experiment.
Arthur didn't know that Lorenzo himself could write notes, otherwise he would have stopped himself and backed up this knowledge.
After taking a look at what he had written last night, Lorenzo closed it and put it in the drawer.
After sitting at the table for a long time, he picked up a cigarette and lit it, bringing a glimmer of light into the darkness.
Lorenzo's mind was a little confused. Although he did not have the power of Shangdafeng, he could clearly feel it after experiencing so much. Countless things were happening at the same time. They were densely piled together like a carnival before doomsday.
The end is coming.
What a cruel news.
Lorenzo still remembered how he yelled at Lawrence and said he would find a better solution, but when he returned to Inglvig, Lorenzo felt an indescribable powerlessness.
Not everyone has the ability to be a hero, not even Lorenzo.
Lorenzo wants to save the world, but he doesn't know where to start. Killing monsters is just a futile effort. If he doesn't kill monsters, he will just stand there in confusion. He can't save the world, and he can't even save his own miserable life.