He stared at that plain face, strangely devoid of distinctive features, so ordinary that you would struggle to recall its appearance after seeing it.
The Plague Doctor moved the seemingly lifeless body aside and placed it on the operating table.
"Alright, whether it's life or death depends on this time."
As he spoke, he took out a scalpel and inserted it into the Demon's innards.
The sticky, dense sound emerged, accompanied by low breathing and the Demon's wails. The Plague Doctor slowly extracted Lawrence's head, the cut was clear, pulling countless strands of blood.
"How does it feel being beheaded twice in such a short time?"
Lawrence remained silent; he had no interest in the Plague Doctor's dark humor.
At this moment, all his thoughts were focused on controlling the power of Demonization. He was on the brink of destruction, and what the Plague Doctor did was merely delay its arrival.
