The cold wind and snow swept Lorenzo, leaving a light layer of white snow on his clothes. A huge gap was left in the ice in front of him, and the broken crowd struggled in it, like sinners who were drowning.
The man stood up and shook off the ice and snow on his body. He moved forward step by step on the floating ice, casually stepping on those dry palms, or kicking hard at some hateful head.
"Do you want to try it? It's very relaxing."
In this hellish scene, the man is still having fun.
Lorenzo shook his head and rejected this damn way of entertainment. He looked at the ugly and inhuman faces and asked.
"Could this be it?"
"Part of it is just a test. Even after being locked up for so long, it is still testing the strength of the cage. It is waiting for the moment when a crack appears in the iron chains."
My eyes penetrated the dark blue sea, to the deepest part of the entangled iron chains, to the dark seabed.
"The real one is hiding there, gathering strength."
The man turned around, patted his chest and looked at Lorenzo.
"But don't worry, I'm here. As the gatekeeper to guard the demons, the jailer must be stronger than the prisoners, right?"
He was always so confident, and because of his confidence, he died.
"And the other thing is, Lorenzo, you should leave."
The man finally stopped smiling and looked serious.
“… Do you know what that thing is?”
Lorenzo finally asked, if the man was also a lonely ghost living in his memories, and there was a strange connection between the two, then he might have understood what he had seen.
The man nodded but said nothing, with a weird smile.
"What is that?"
Lorenzo asked again.
That thing, the thing that caused everything today, the sacred coffin.
Everything Lorenzo has experienced originated from that mysterious thing, and now Lorenzo is only a step away from it.
"You are right not to know. After all, you were not qualified to participate in that feast at that time."
The broken pictures were gradually pieced together. No answers were needed. Lorenzo's earliest dream was now explained, including the conversation with Archbishop Lawrence, the invitation from the Pope, the celebration of God's birthday, and the death of the last demon.
That was not Lorenzo's dream, it was the dream of the man in front of him. The two people's wills were intertwined, and they did not meet until today, many years later, in the [gap].
The confusion explained, Lorenzo looked towards the man.
"It was such an embarrassing memory. I lost everything that night."
He whispered somewhat nostalgically, but soon the fragile look disappeared and he spoke sternly.
"That thing is its remains, Lorenzo, you should know what this means, right?"
He reached out and patted Lorenzo on the shoulder, and the temperament of the demon hunter returned to him after many years.
Like a coronation ceremony, in this forgotten desolate land.
Lorenzo's pupils shrank slightly, as if he didn't expect this result, but it was reasonable. His cold blood began to boil again. He couldn't tell whether it was a sense of mission or revenge. He just felt that there was a fire burning that needed to be released.