The warm ash snow drifted in the wind. The plague doctor reached out and gently caught the fleeting ash. It fell into the palm of his hand, and with a slight friction, it turned into dust and disappeared into the air.
This is the end of an era and the beginning of a new era.
The raging white flames were still clearly visible even from such a long distance. The pitch-black skeleton seemed to be struggling, swaying slightly in the white flames, and a faint wailing sound could be heard from the ears.
"It looks like it's all over."
The plague doctor lowered his head and looked at the small boat being swallowed by the waves. The sea was raging. If it had not been for this steamship that saved him, he would have been sleeping under the sea with the iron coffin.
Beneath the dark blue sea surface are the faces of the demons. In essence, they are still living creatures, but these incompletely alienated demons are completely bound by the waves, sinking little by little and dying at the bottom of the sea.
"This is not an end, it's just a new beginning."
The man came over wearing a dark yellow raincoat. The boat was shaking violently in the rough waves, but he maintained a delicate balance as if he was walking on flat ground. He held the rope in his hand and dragged the heavy iron coffin on the deck.
"You look very unlucky. That must be your last demon. Creating such a large batch is not an easy job."
The plague doctor turned around and said to the man that these demons were released by the man. If it were not for the obstruction of the demons, the steamship would not have been able to travel such a long distance to avoid the search of the Dawn. That was the giant eye suspended in the sky, and there was no chance of escape on the open sea.
"Compared to what we gained, the losses were just a small amount."
The man chuckled as unimaginable strength erupted from his body. The iron coffin that the ascetic monks had lifted with all their strength turned out to be incredibly light in his hands, and he dragged it directly between him and the plague doctor. As the strong wind came, the rag covering it was blown away by the wind, and the mottled ancient shell was revealed directly before the two men's eyes.
"Phew... This feels really bad."
The plague doctor took a deep breath, his voice filled with fatigue and stress. He shifted his gaze to the other side, trying his best to avoid looking directly at him.
"You still seem to be unable to adapt to it, but it's actually very well behaved. It will obey as long as it has a little bit of honey."
The man gently stroked the uneven surface, the coldness of the metal poured into his body, and a psychedelic vision began to appear before his eyes.
Memories, hallucinations, and strange whispers, all of these swept through his brain, but he seemed unaffected. He calmly raised his hand, drew out the blade, and cut a fatal wound on his wrist, with blood gushing out.
The blood flowed along the cracks in the iron coffin like a scroll, filling every texture and finally forming a strange shape on the ancient metal surface.
The plague doctor saw all this out of the corner of his eye, and the strange feeling that had been corroding his sanity disappeared, but something even stranger occurred. A teeth-grinding knocking sound was heard, as if a group of snakes were entangled and rubbing their fine scales against each other, and the blood seemed to be sucked out by the iron coffin, without a drop flowing out.
It was like a living creature, and the meal just now finally made it a little calmer.