I don't know how long the silence in the darkness lasted, but the figure lying on the ground finally showed signs of movement. He slowly stood up, supported himself on the ground with both hands, and stood up with difficulty.
Lorenzo couldn't quite remember what happened. He remembered that he was falling in the darkness... He couldn't remember what happened after that. When he regained consciousness, Lorenzo was already here.
In this darkness.
Before he could think any further, he felt an intense pain throughout his body, as if during the time he lost consciousness, Lorenzo's body had been disassembled and reassembled. Cracks appeared on the black armor all over his body, and blood was constantly flowing from it.
Blood was dripping, Lorenzo touched his nose, and a scarlet spot appeared on the palm of his hand. Then, there was a sharp pain in his chest. He couldn't help but kneel down, gasping for breath in the agony.
Did I... just fall to the ground
Lorenzo's memory gradually became clearer. He remembered that at the end of the fall, the black angel realized that something was wrong. It tried to slow down and spread its iron feathers, but all these were in vain under the huge thrust.
They just fell straight down.
A blazing white storm rolled up in his pupils, and his vision in the darkness became much clearer. Then, he felt a sense of oppression on Lorenzo. It seemed that some force was at work in the darkness, curbing the power of erosion.
The light in his eyes flickered for a moment, then went out.
Lorenzo identified the potential power here, which was suppressing the expansion of erosion and binding it tightly within Lorenzo's body, which was also the reason why Lorenzo was so weak.
The body soaked in the secret blood was constantly weakened, and the healing of the wounds became slow, but this was not completely suppressed, and Lorenzo still had a chance to catch his breath.
At the same time, Lorenzo felt a clarity he had never felt before.
It was somewhat difficult for him to describe the feeling at the moment. No matter where Lorenzo was, he would always be vaguely affected by erosion, not only from himself, but also from the erosion of the unspeakable.
From the words of the pioneers, we can understand that although they imprisoned the Unspeakable and put it into a long sleep, its dreams still passed through the holy silver barrier, were transmitted out, and spread across the world.
This is its strength. Unlike half-baked Ascendants like Lorenzo, its erosion covers the entire Western world. This is probably why demons appear mainly in the Western world. The far East is on the edge of its influence, and the Forgotten Wall they built further resists the impact of erosion.
In other words, people living in the Western world have actually been under the influence of erosion, but the influence is so weak that it is almost non-existent.
Now Lorenzo stood in the darkness, and for the first time he felt a sense of relief he had never felt before.
All the erosion was isolated, and he felt a sense of purity. Then he saw the broken metal on the ground and heard the sound of footsteps.
"Holmes!"
The plague doctor shouted on the other side of the darkness. Lorenzo lingered on this unrestrained pure feeling, and then awakened the erosion again, fighting against the pressure here, making his eyes burst into burning flames, illuminating the darkness.