In the scarlet flesh wrappings, the pupils condensed into a point, with fine blood threads overflowing from the edges of the pupils, covering the whites of the eyes.
The Plague Doctor found the [Truth], at this moment, in this scene.
He understood all of the [Truth].
So plain and uneventful, he got the answers.
He once thought about his emotions at this moment, the Plague Doctor guessed he would revel, he would roar; he even thought dying at this moment wouldn't be bad, but when he truly knew these, his reaction was indifferent.
It was a terrible yet real answer.
"Ascension is beautiful, but this beauty is only beautiful to God; for humans, it is just a pitch-black nightmare."
The Plague Doctor wrote in his notebook.
