The tide began to roar with the rising wind, crashing against the coastal rocks, and finally breaking into pale foam that vanished into the air. A solitary lighthouse stood above this raging sea, covered in scars and green moss that climbed up its stone bricks. At the top, a light quietly burned, emitting an eerie green glow.
After a brief thunderclap, torrential rain poured down, as if a forgotten deity was weeping, distorting everything with the force of its frigid downpour, washing the world clean.
"The Purification Unit has arrived. We need to leave now."
In the silence, someone spoke. The neutral voice came from behind a beak-like mask, its glassy lenses reflecting the eerie green light, giving off an indescribable sense of unease.
"They're carrying heavy firepower and Lancelot is with them. We can't resist."
He looked at the figure on the high platform, a priest dressed in church robes, with silver crosses stitched at the cuffs.
"You go ahead. I'll stay here."
The man replied calmly, gazing down at the land below. He wasn't concerned about what was going to happen next; he was only focused on the present, the present that haunted his soul.
"Although we managed to trap that train, the ship Dawn Chaser is still pursuing us. To divert Lancelot, we sacrificed a lot, and all we managed was a brief delay."
"How long can we hold out?" he asked suddenly.
"What do you mean, this night?"
The man nodded, understanding what could kill the monsters and what could make them stronger.
"Sunrise has been delayed. Endless clouds and darkness are sheltering us here."
The plague doctor's voice carried a hint of uncertainty.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
The plague doctor had his doubts, knowing that leaving the man alone would only lead to his death.
"Yes. Now that the Nightmare Illusion controls that train, we have the upper hand. And according to our information, isn't there a demon hunter there?"
There was a hint of nostalgia in the man's eyes as he looked at the wound on his arm. With the surge of the secret blood, his eyes ignited with a blazing white flame.
"It must be a demon hunter. Only a demon hunter's vision can reach so deep into the [Interstice]. That's why I can see him, and he can see me."
Like a joyful child, his words carried madness and delight.
"Plague doctor, after all these years, I've finally met another demon hunter. I'm filled with questions and excitement."
With the demon hunter's words, the white flames roared to life. Since six years ago, he had believed himself to be the last demon hunter, but now, with another appearing in this desolate world, the feeling was strange and indescribable.
"I'll start preparing the Holy Coffin for transfer."
The plague doctor didn't say anything more. Though they hadn't worked together for long, he knew what kind of person the man was. He turned to the formal procedures. The Holy Coffin had to leave Ylweg tonight.
"Go ahead, speed up the process. Don't worry about casualties. After all, only you and the Holy Coffin can leave, right?"
The demon hunter spoke calmly, much like he had in the catacombs. He was also a predestined dead man, a martyr sacrificing himself for a great cause.

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The Divine Armor of the Old Century(Book 1)
FantasyThis is one heck of a Victorian-style fantasy novel. Add a spoonful of steam engines to make that darned technology tree come alive! Add a spoonful of love and hatred, so everyone has good reasons to brawl! Add a spoonful of madness to lighten up th...