Night falls in this vast expanse of white snow. The magnificent aurora and stars shine together, flickering above the dome. The light falls softly, reflected by the snowflakes, fading the darkness of the night.
The plague doctor looked up and saw the aurora woven into a gorgeous band of light. Just like in the Silent Sea, it pointed to the far end, leading the direction for the few people. The stars were shining higher, so bright that they seemed like gems inlaid on them.
He had never seen such a clear sky, as if the distance between the doctor and the sky was shortened. Perhaps if he continued to move forward, he could really reach the end of the world. The doctor guessed that there might be a huge, endless cliff, below which was the abyss leading to hell, and above which was the starry sky where heaven was.
His mood couldn't help but relax. There were still terrible crises lurking everywhere, but the plague doctor didn't feel much fear. He came to this forbidden land and saw scenery that ordinary people could hardly imagine. From this point of view, it was all worth it.
With a long sigh, the plague doctor looked to the other side. The bonfire was burning quietly, and a breeze blew from time to time, causing it to sway slightly.
The flickering firelight reflected on the faces of several people as they sat around the campfire, resting and preparing themselves.
Watson's body is that of a mortal. In order to avoid some unexpected situations, she still lives in the armor of original sin and only uses the [gaps] to talk to Lorenzo.
The tall black angel half-knelt beside the campfire, the engine running at low power, steam escaping from time to time, emitting heat.
Lorenzo, who was sitting opposite the plague doctor, took some dried meat and, chewing it, sprinkled some lacquer on the campfire.
There was nothing here except the endless ice and snow, so they could only use lacquer antimony to burn and make a simple bonfire. In fact, they did not need any rest. As monsters that had stepped into sublimation, they had already been beyond common sense. However, in order to deal with possible emergencies, Lorenzo still insisted on resting, and he also needed time to determine some other things.
"I say, Holmes, don't bother. It looks like he really doesn't remember anything."
The plague doctor dissuaded him, so he picked up the iron box, filled it with ice and snow, put it on the campfire, and waited for the ice and snow to melt into water.
"Try again. Even though I can't remember who he is, maybe he's someone close to us?"
Lorenzo still refused to give up. He said jokingly, "Maybe this guy is your friend, or your brother?"
The plague doctor was silent. He was sure that he had no friends and no brothers, but after realizing the power of anti-memes, he could not guarantee whether what he firmly believed was correct.
Everything has its limits. In this damn place, what if... So the plague doctor didn't say anything more and acquiesced to Lorenzo's actions.
Lorenzo turned around and looked at the guy who was tied to him. From his appearance, this guy was quite old, with scars all over his body and large areas of abrasions. It seemed that after he was captured by the anti-meme, Lorenzo and others dragged him forward for a long distance.
He also found that this guy had signs of erosion on his body, and the ends of his limbs had shown symptoms of alienation. This was not good news, but perhaps because he was under the cover of the anti-meme, the erosion infection was blocked. He was between human and demon and had lost all his memories.