The battle is finally over, this long, almost endless, nightmare...
Lorenzo's eyes were slightly dull. The successive anti-memes had a significant impact on him. The power of decay was crawling on his body, devouring his body and will like a colony of ants.
But the severe pain did not make Lorenzo scream, perhaps he did not even have the strength to scream.
He moved his body slowly, then leaned against a corner of the ruins and sat down.
The flesh and blood on the body squirmed with difficulty, trying to heal the wounds, but the wounds often broke again not long after healing.
Under the intense battle, even with the protection of the Flame Bearer, Lorenzo was covered with wounds. After a long time, he seemed to have recovered, breathing in and out deeply, feeling the reality of life. The continuous severe pain told him that this was not a dream, but reality.
He won.
"It's finally over, Edlen... and Roger."
Lorenzo muttered to himself, looking at the corpse that had turned as gray as plaster and was constantly crumbling.
The scattered dust fell into the dark red water and quickly melted and disappeared, as if it had never existed.
Lorenzo smiled, celebrating their deaths and their release from this dark fate.
These two ghosts who had been chasing and fighting for who knows how long finally had their long-awaited rest today. Lorenzo guessed that both Edlon and Roger seemed to want to die in the end, hoping that someone would deny everything about them and calm their furious souls.
As he thought this, he gently leaned against the bricks and stones behind him, trying to adjust himself into a comfortable posture, and looked up at the sky, at the collapsed piece of brilliant gold.
With the deaths of Roger and Edlund, the two huge sources of erosion surrounding Old Dunling were finally eradicated. The abnormal weather began to weaken and would completely disappear soon.
The iron curtain of dark clouds kept falling, and the golden sky gradually appeared from behind it, just like the soil on a mural being peeled off, revealing its original magnificent appearance.
It was a nice day, the sunset was fiery red, it was a beautiful afternoon, the warm sunshine set down, driving away the chill for the wet Lorenzo.
This reminded him of a summer long ago, when Lorenzo did the same thing, lying on the tattered sofa at the doorstep and falling asleep as the sun went down.
"You should rest."
A gentle voice sounded beside his ear. Hearing this voice, Lorenzo relaxed his last vigilance, nodded, closed his eyes heavily, and enjoyed the peace after the war.
Not far away, Watson waded in, dealing with the final battle.
This is a plan that will determine the direction of fate, so it must be perfect. If Adlon cannot kill Roger, then Lorenzo will take over. If Lorenzo cannot kill Roger, then Watson will appear.
But if possible, Watson didn't want to expose herself so early. Feeling the power of decay rolling in her body, she knew very well where her battlefield was.
As for now…
A blazing white storm rolled up under the steel mask. With Watson as the source, a new round of erosion storm began to rise. It was so fast that it spread to the whole city in a blink of an eye. The intensity was extremely high, but the strange thing was that it did not last long, like a hurricane.