"How does it feel, Arthur?"
Abigail slowly unwrapped and removed the gauze. Perhaps because he was a ranger, although Arthur was old, his physique was still much stronger than that of ordinary people. The hideous wounds from before had healed a lot, leaving a shallow white mark under the old skin.
"Not bad..." Arthur said, thinking back to everything he had experienced before, and couldn't help but sigh, "It feels good to be alive."
Arthur rarely had nightmares anymore, but ever since he woke up, he would always dream about that last journey.
That was an extremely long journey.
In the long corridor covered with rust and blood, whether he was moving forward or backward, there was only an impenetrable darkness. He ran like crazy, but could never reach the end. He could only waste his will in this long despair.
Stepping through the sticky pool of blood, smelling the suffocating stench, and witnessing one familiar corpse after another...
"You are lucky. You don't have any fatal injuries. The only wound that needs to be treated is the wound on your shoulder."
Abigail picked up the scissors and alcohol cotton and continued to treat Arthur's wounds.
"That guy looked really crazy. I had no strength left at the time. I was in the same room with that guy. I was not killed by the demon, but I was almost bitten to death by him."
Arthur smiled bitterly and looked to the other side of the ward, where a patient was tied up in an iron box. It was the former chief technical officer of the Perpetual Motion Pump, William.
It seemed that he did not like his current condition very much. He let out low whimpering growls from time to time and struggled hard like a wild beast.
Ever since the collapse of the perpetual motion pump more than ten years ago, William has gone mad due to the high-intensity erosion and turned into a patient. He now gnaws on anything he sees. In the storm half a month ago, if the rescue had not come in time, the unconscious Arthur would have almost had his throat gnawed by him.
"It seems that this incident has touched you a lot." Abigail looked at Arthur's expression and continued.
"What does a little girl know..." Arthur tried to refute.
Compared with Arthur, Abigail is indeed a young girl. She and Nicholas are considered the new generation of scholars of the Purification Agency. In addition, because she has been in the underground scientific research area for many years, her skin is somewhat sickly white, making her look much younger.
"I just... kind of understand other people."
"What do you mean?"
"Like living, like being afraid of death?" Arthur couldn't help laughing halfway through his speech.
Arthur has never been a person who fears death. As the commander leading the Purge Agency, he can be cruel and ruthless, and easily sacrifice others and himself.
But this time he was afraid. In that deep darkness, he was so afraid of death that he even longed to beg for mercy from the god of death.
"I can't die yet, at least not with this information. Cole took so much effort to pass the torch to me. How can I let it go out in my hands?"
Arthur looked at the ground, as if in a daze.
"So what did you get?"
Abigail asked curiously what Arthur knew in the darkness that he had not told anyone yet.