The warm gray snow drifted with the wind, and the Plague Doctor reached out to gently catch the fleeting ashes. It fell into his palm, rubbing slightly, and dispersed into dust, disappearing into the air.
This is the end of an era, the arrival of a new era.
The raging white flame was still clearly visible from this distance. The pitch-black bones seemed to struggle, swaying slightly in the white flames, with faint wailing sounds coming from the ears.
"It seems everything is over."
The Plague Doctor looked down at the small boat engulfed by the waves. The ocean was in fury. If it were not for this steamship saving him, he would now be sleeping under the sea with that Iron Coffin.
Beneath the dark blue sea surface, there still lay the faces of the demons. Essentially, they were still creatures, and these incompletely mutated demons were completely bound by the waves, sinking bit by bit, dying at the sea bottom.
"This does not count as an end, merely a new beginning."
