The temperature inside the cabin was extremely low, as if winter itself was hidden within. A thin layer of frost covered every corner, and the liquid in the containers was slightly frozen.
Beneath the mirrored mask of the Plague Doctor, his eyes were fervent, and heavy breaths could be heard through the filter, with faint white mist rising from the bird-like beak.
His body began to tremble, seemingly too excited, causing many strange protrusions to rise under his robe, looking as though they could no longer maintain a human form.
His eyes, hidden beneath the mask, were fixedly staring forward. A ghostly blue light emerged, casting a cold hue over everything, and his voice was nearly distorted.
"So... is there truly something called an Angel?"
He turned his head to look at Dean Lawrence, his body trembling with excitement.
"No, to be precise, the term 'Angel' is a word created to help us understand its form. As to what it truly is, Angel or Demon, we are uncertain."
