The storm devoured the fleet, accompanied by rain and thunder, like thousands of crows, circling mournfully in the gray clouds, mourning death.
"So..."
The Plague Doctor's voice echoed.
"The ultimate goal of both 'Ascension' and 'Evolution' is 'Ascension', to transcend into some unknown, greater existence; the only difference is the method of achieving this purpose."
The cabin shook violently, but the Plague Doctor's figure remained as steady as a rock, his hands unaffected, precisely cutting the flesh beneath him.
Each incision brought about a deep moan, followed by more blood splattering onto the surgical table.
This was indeed a good opportunity. The Plague Doctor preferred such weather. It looked terrible, yet in this environment, he could deeply appreciate the grandeur of the world.
This world is far more magnificent and beautiful than what meets the eye.
"So what does the end of 'Ascension' truly look like?"
