The tides began to roar with the rising wind, crashing against the coastal rocks, finally shattering into pale foam and vanishing into the air.
A solitary lighthouse stood above the raging sea, green moss crawling all over the scarred stone bricks, and at the very top, the guiding light burned quietly, emitting a strange eerie green.
A torrential downpour descended after a brief thunderclap, as if a God was weeping over being forgotten, the rapid flow of water twisting everything in the world, washing the entire existence with a chilling coldness.
"The Purification Mechanism has arrived, we need to leave now."
In the silence, someone spoke, a neutral voice sounded from beneath a bird-beaked mask, the mirrored surface of the Plague Doctor mask reflecting an eerie green light, giving an inexplicable sense of grotesque.
"They carry heavy firepower, with Lancelot following behind, we have no power to resist."
