"Hello, Lorenzo Holmes."
An elegant voice sounded, something moved in the darkness ahead, a pale face emerged from it, and Roger revealed a terrifying smile.
He had changed his appearance again, as if he looked different every time he met Lorenzo.
"Roger Cruz."
Lorenzo whispered, he raised his head and looked directly at Roger with bloodshot eyes.
Roger seems a little different this time.
His face was pale, like a dead person. He had a smile on his face, but it was an extremely stiff smile. To be more precise, his entire face was like plaster, cold and wooden.
He was like a dead tree that had lived for who knows how long, old and dilapidated, but even though it had become like this, it was unwilling to die. Instead, it insisted on living stubbornly, and no matter what, it would continue the flow of life in the withered state.
Lorenzo thought of the watchers sitting around the Well of Ascension. Roger Cruz in front of him was so similar to them.
Then he realized what the problem was.
"You have Edren Levien, and the Watchers..."
Lorenzo's voice began to tremble with fatigue. He tried to raise his head with mixed emotions.
"And me."
The surrounding buildings made creaking sounds, and countless cracks appeared on them. Soon they completely shattered, with smoke and dust surging.
The rubble should have fallen, but it did not cover Lorenzo and Roger. Instead, it continued to disintegrate, turning from walls into fragments, and then into countless dust, diluting into the air.
"We are all the same. We have embarked on the path of sublimation, but have not yet reached the end, and have not yet been able to completely eliminate the impurities in our souls."
The wounds on Lorenzo's body were healing rapidly, and this level of self-healing was far beyond his ability. It was like time had gone back, and he became intact, but there was still deep fatigue in his eyes.
“So, we are still imperfect and impure.
We still have all kinds of bad qualities, even if they are infinitely diluted in sublimation, they still exist, like a shadow attached to our souls, following us closely, and constantly reminding us... "
The thundercloud storm surging in the sky also disappeared in an instant, leaving only a clear night sky. It was so clear and cloudless that the bright stars were clearly visible.
“It reminds us of what it is to be human.”
Lorenzo let out a long breath and sat back.
The gray cold air rolled, freezing the puddles on the ground and covering them with a layer of snow dust. A bench covered with frost also appeared as the snow dust was waved, and it caught Lorenzo who was sitting down. Then he sat on the bench, crossed his legs, and looked at Roger who came calmly.
"So this is what your consciousness looks like now? That's terrible."
Lorenzo saw through Roger's trick, but it seemed to be of no use, and the situation became worse.
From the moment he realized Roger's arrival, the fight between Lorenzo and Roger no longer existed on the material level. The moment Roger's voice sounded, Lorenzo was invaded, and at this moment they were in Lorenzo's [gap].