"Father!"
"Father Anthony!"
A vague voice echoed in my ears, as if someone was calling out for something.
who
Who is Anthony
He didn't understand. He just felt that the noises were disturbing his sleep. He was very tired now and just wanted to fall asleep. As for whether he could wake up or not, it didn't matter to him.
Now he does not understand the words "wake up", "Anthony", "future", etc., nor the meanings they contain.
He was more like a creature with simple thoughts, immersed in the slightly sticky liquid, wrapped in warmth, with water flowing over his body, like a woman's gentle caress, soothing his spirit and letting him sink into the depths of darkness, where he would sleep forever.
There's nothing wrong with this, yes, there's nothing wrong with it.
Simple thinking gave rise to some complex thinking, and then the complex thinking brought out a dream-like scene.
Yes, I shouldn’t wake up, I should just keep sleeping soundly like this.
Once he wakes up, what will he have to face? He doesn't know, but he can feel that it is not a good thing. Facing such pressure, he now wants to escape, just like his current situation.
I fell into a deep sleep, giving up all thoughts, like a wild dog, the only things that needed to worry about were eating and drinking, nothing else mattered.
That's good, very good.
"Father! Father Anthony!"
The shouts became clearer, mixed with many screams.
He was a little annoyed and just hoped that these damn noises would disappear quickly, but they became louder and louder.
"No... No, I've had enough of this hell."
He muttered, and then the noise disappeared, and a cold mask emerged from the darkness.
"Are you going to run away, Anthony?" the Iron Mask said to him.
"Me?" He was stunned for a moment, and then more memories came flooding back like a tide. His voice was filled with fear, "I am... Anthony."
"So, you're going to run away?"
The mask continued to question. Anthony looked at the mask. The originally exquisite and gorgeous surface was already covered with countless scratches and cracks. Stains accumulated in the cracks, and blood also coagulated on it, leaving dark red textures.
"Escape..."
He murmured, his body shaking uncontrollably.
People are fragile and cowardly, even demon hunters are no exception. They have been sublimated by the secret blood, but as the alchemists said, no matter how sublimated and purified, there will always be some residue in the matter that is difficult to remove.
Some people say that is the nature of human beings, the nature of inferiority, which is engraved firmly in the soul like a mark.
"Your Majesty..."
Anthony thought of all this and was terrified of the darkness he would face and ashamed of his desire to escape.
He was choked by the dark blue water and coughed violently, almost vomiting his internal organs from his throat. His scarlet body merged into the sea water and the sound of splashing water could be heard. Soon he floated upwards and broke through the surface of the sea.