"Lawrence! Lawrence!"
On the battlefield shrouded in smoke, the man called out nonchalantly, as if he were looking for a lost friend, yet everywhere around were remnants of iron and flames that had not yet died down.
His friend seemed rather unlucky, having gotten lost in such a cursed place.
Faintly, he heard a whimpering sound and quickly made his way toward it, kicking aside the charred iron, still carrying the warmth of fire.
"What a mess..."
The man frowned. Beneath the iron remnants was a heap of indistinct flesh, charred and mingled together, creating a bizarre and sickening odor.
"Ah... the Purification Mechanism is coming. We should get going."
The man reached out his hand hesitantly, but seeing the growing shadows at the battlefield's edge, he plunged his hand into the flesh, retrieving something from within.
...
"This has truly been a monumental failure."
In the dim cabin, the Plague Doctor muttered to himself.
