"Yes, humans have indeed overestimated their own capabilities. We truly don't have the right to wield this Power of Miracles."
His fingertips brushed against a small gap on the metal surface, so tiny it almost blended with the intricate patterns. If the man hadn't seen firsthand how it departed, finding this spot would have been quite uncertain.
"Since the Night of the Holy Arrival, I've lost track of that thing, and the Church also suffered a significant blow that night. All these years, they've yet to complete the recovery of the Secret Blood. But thanks to it, I would've been caught and executed by the Church long ago."
"Now nobody knows where that damned thing has escaped to... Perhaps it's lurking within our consciousness at this very moment."
The man chuckled, but this didn't bring joy to the Plague Doctor.
"Here, this is your reward."
