"This... how is it possible?"
Listening to Lawrence's words, a massive wave surged in the depths of Lorenzo's heart.
He slowly raised his hand, gazing at the flames burning fiercely beneath the scale armor, the light so intense it seemed as if his body had already turned to fuel, burning away beneath the armor's protection.
"The Secret Blood, the source of our powers, have you never pondered over the connection between us?"
Lawrence was in no hurry to attack, much like the teachings at the Demon Hunting Order, he instructed this young man who had long since mastered power but was completely unaware of it.
Leaning on the Nail Sword, standing amidst the sea of flames, his figure was so majestic, it was suffocating.
"In essence, the powers of a Demon Hunter are the usurpation of a Demon's strength, the Alchemy Matrix guides it from the blood and controls it."
Lorenzo's gaze shifted slowly to Lawrence, recalling what Merlin had told him at Black Mountain Hospital.
