The wooden handle of Winchester began to burn, and the remaining ammunition carried also set off a sympathetic explosion, but compared to what Lorenzo triggered, these were rather inconspicuous.
A glaring white brilliance flashed by, and in an instant, the ruins were evaporated into a charred cavity, with ferocious flesh growing stubbornly at the center.
"You are indeed strong, but how many more times can you use such a move, Mr. Holmes?"
The voice was hoarse. The Plague Doctor had turned into a mass of steaming grotesque flesh, with bones proliferating then breaking, entwining with muscle fibers, only to be completely consumed by scorching fire.
This was real pain, but the Plague Doctor seemed unable to feel it. He was killed, then revived immediately. Sharp claws scraped away the charred flesh, raising a mist of blood.
