Giving up the pursuit of truth, just like that?
On one side is life and on the other side is truth, how should one choose?
The Plague Doctor thought as Lawrence approached him, he closed his eyes, as if surrendering to the arrival of death.
Finally, the footsteps came to a halt, along with the heartbeat of the Plague Doctor. That restless heart grew cold, residing in the shattered chest, without a trace of response.
Lawrence didn't expect this outcome. Wearing a mask, no one knew his thoughts. He grasped the Broken Sword, and in the entire dim underground, it seemed he was all alone, lifting his head, feeling somewhat lonely for reasons unknown.
Then claws ripped along his chest, tearing Lawrence's entire left arm away.
No roars, and no warning, a furious counterattack erupted in this silence, like an assassination planned long ago, with no chance of defense. The blow also struck Lawrence's face, shattering a corner of his mask and revealing lifeless eyes.
