The line of sight was obstructed by layers of metal, and the comfortable temperature turned cold. By the time Lorenzo felt the light again, the surroundings were covered in icy coldness, with a layer of hard ice forming on the deck, and white vapor appeared and dissipated with each breath.
"It's a good time to set out."
The Plague Doctor opened his hands, savoring the beauty of the moment.
The night had dissipated, and dazzling morning light rose at the edge of the sky, spreading across the white snowfield, reflecting even more brilliantly. The Plague Doctor gazed at the end of the light; that was their destination.
Immediately, the light in the Plague Doctor's eyes began to churn, like molten iron, starting to get agitated. The next moment, a violent pain erupted in his eyes, and his vision plunged into darkness. But this darkness didn't last long; crimson pupils opened once again.
"The light here is too intense; you need a blindfold."
