The lone carriage wheeled into the city of darkness and steam. It was larger than the usual carriage with one cargo compartment behind the passenger seat. In front, 'John Collins' held the reins and gently steered the horses.
This was not actually Carter. This was the Werewolf Doll that he had put into the role.
Carter himself had returned to Anglas several days earlier and assumed the role of Doctor Victor Frankenstein again. Thanked to the doctor, the situation within Luandon had not completely turned to shit. Still, the air was still filled with dread.
This country would not return to peace unless the Necromancers were dealt with the Black Blood eradicated.
"We're almost here." John spoke.
Beatrice leaned her head out of the window. The city was awfully quiet at this time with no living soul spotted on the streets. Only the corpses of the pandemic were around.
"This place is even worse then last time I was here. There must have been more deaths." Beatrice said.
