From his mouth, white smoke was slowly exhaled, and the doctor, who had put on a thick black warm windbreaker again, was sitting on a half-broken millstone buried deep in the snow, looking through the dead woods outside the manor.
In the light of the fire, he looked at the small black stone mirror with dense cracks in his hand.
He stood up with a smile:
"Shade, you finally woke up. Have a good night."
Doctor Schneider gave Shade a warm hug, and while Shade looked around, he informed him of the outcome of the battle:
"It's over. Goethe's next appearance will probably be in a few thousand years. We did a good job."
Chapter completed!