The shattered figure slowly stood up.
"Lorenzo... your understanding of Demons and Secret Blood is still too shallow..."
The voice was hoarse, intermittent.
The firelight illuminated Lawrence.
Countless red threads covered the hideous wound, connecting the severed edges, pulling up the collapsed half of the body bit by bit, stitching it back together.
The flesh and blood inside the body twisted forcefully, resetting the broken bones to their original positions.
Lawrence raised his hand and grabbed the Nail Sword piercing through his neck and chest, slowly pulling it out. The trachea was no longer compressed by the metal, and his voice became clearer.
"It seems as Dean, I still need to teach you some new knowledge..."
His voice carried an eerie smile, his body still engulfed in flames, like a revenant crawling out of the lava of Hell.
"This... how could it be possible."
