The Plague Doctor let out a painful wail, the excruciating agony saving it from the bizarre illusion realm. With the last of its strength, it staggered back and fell to the ground, the completely frozen arm striking the earth with a crisp sound. It shattered like glass, revealing the cross-section of flesh and bone.
Although its sight had already vanished, the Plague Doctor could still see the Angel breaking free from its bonds with a radiant light, bowing its head as if to kiss it.
"Lawrence!"
The Plague Doctor roared.
Dean Lawrence sauntered over, not directly touching the Plague Doctor. Instead, he drew the Nail Sword and plunged it into the Plague Doctor's thigh, dragging him away from afar.
"Are you alright?"
He asked casually, his gaze fixed on the gas-enshrouded center, where the Angel's corpse remained nailed to the cross. What the Plague Doctor saw was all an illusion.
The corruption was so terrifyingly intense that it consumed you before you even realized it.
