Chapter 121
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Rage filled Surgit as he awoke in the Chalice Dungeons. Although he couldn't leave the dungeon, his phantom could. The only function a phantom has is to fight alongside the beckoner. They can gain echoes from the fight but they wouldn't lose any if they die. Their real body held the echoes.
He was faced with a big dilemma. On one hand he couldn't leave the chalice unless he beats the final guardian. On the other hand he had to get back quickly to where Karla was. With any luck, Francis would stall the invading hunter until he came back.
Little did he know that fight was already over, that Karla was mercilessly butchered by that mad hunter. Gavril was part of the Vilebloods, an ancient order formed to serve the Queen of Vilebloods. The vilebloods used to collect Blood Dregs from hunters they invade and successfully kill.
The Queen of the Vilebloods believed that she could carry a child of blood. For that, hunters collected Blood Dregs and gifted them to the Queen. Blood Dregs would allegedly help the mysterious Queen successfully carry a child of blood. The whole Vileblood affair was shrouded in mystery. Only the ones that swore the oath to the Queen could perceive the dregs in hunters, then extract them from their corpses.
Gavril was smiling as he sat atop a hill within Forbidden Woods. He flipped the dregs he took from Surgit and Francis in his hand and smiled. Amidst the heavy mist that surrounded the forest, one could clearly see Gavril's eyes as they shone with a hint of red.
In the end, Surgit quickly decided to forfeit his progress. He used a lantern that appeared before him to get to the dream. As soon as he reached the hunters' dream, Surgit ran to the messenger's fountain. Surgit urged the messenger to transport him to the chapel.
As soon as his body materialized in the chapel, Surgit ran outside. The fight had taken place next to the rear exit of Oedon Chapel. When he got outside, a puzzling scene welcomed Surgit. Before him was the Cathedral Ward.
A church doctor who stood next to a cart charged towards him. Surgit patiently waited for the doctor to attack then shot him. The visceral attack took care of business then Surgit resumed looking at the place. He knew that their fight had taken place here. But looking at it now, there was no sign indicating it.
Karla was nowhere to be seen, Francis had also disappeared. Surgit looked up, alerted by the sound he heard coming from the chapel. His gaze fell on Francis. Upon crossing eyes with Surgit, Francis grew sad.
"Did you see what he did to her?" Francis asked. "See what?" Surgit didn't know what Francis was talking about. Startled, Francis ran towards Surgit and looked around. From where he stood earlier, the cart obstructed Francis's field of view. Once he got past the cart, his mind raced and he felt lost.
"I saw him kill her here. I tried to fight back but one shot from his firearm was enough to bring me down…" Francis' voice was low. One could feel the melancholy in Francis' tone. "I thought that I had become exceptionally strong. It appears that we've just experienced the tip of the iceberg Surgit." He looked at the other hunter and sighed.
"I don't know what happened to her body, but Karla's body was here after that fiend cut her open. As long as I live, I will not forget that boastful man." Francis clenched his fingers together and made a fist.
Surgit was staring at Francis all along. After a while, he spoke: "What relationship do you have to that hunter?" Francis turned towards Surgit and sadly smiled. "He was my mentor," He finally said. Surgit looked at Francis some more then walked away. "I'll be leaving now," Surgit started. "If you ever need my help defeating an enemy, use my bell."
He threw his bell towards Francis. "Its only use is to summon me and I don't have any use for it now. I'd rather give it to you in case you're in need of a helping hand." Francis was startled by Surgit's shit in behavior towards him. Before he could speak, Surgit answered the question that bugged him the most.
"We've landed in a city of horrors. At first, I only thought of becoming stronger and leaving this city. Now I understand that I need to get stronger. You're the only link I have to the external world. If I lose that link, I'm afraid this city will completely absorb me." With that Surgit disappeared inside the chapel. He walked towards the lamp and went back to the dream.
He got back to the Pthumeru dungeon without any pause. This time, he knew what it took to get stronger in Yharnam. He had to hunt, the more ferocious the beast was, the more the benefit. If he couldn't gain one more rank in Skill or Strength, Surgit decided not to leave the Chalice Dungeons.
He was deeply sad for the loss of Karla. That woman had despised him since they first met on that cursed day. Looking at the situation now, Surgit wished he could've just accepted his fate and died. Karla would never have experience all of this. He felt countless needles grasping his heart and tightening their grip on it.
As pain surged through his entire being, Surgit came to the firm belief that life was simply unfair. While his only achievement in life was to be enrolled into the military school, very few people could reach the amount of respect he enjoyed in there. He was considered a fast learner and his superiors always valued his talent.
Overall, his life wasn't that bad. If that disease hadn't suddenly shattered his dreams, he would've died in combat or filled with pride as a retired soldier. In short he wouldn't have had any regrets.
Karla on the other hand let out a shout of despair before that cold blooded hunter ended her life. Surgit could tell that Karla cursed the heavens for what they have inflicted upon her. Surgit had experienced that once, so he felt sorrow fill his heart. For him, death had become immaterial. While for Karla, one strong enemy meant death and nothingness.
Surgit memorized the shape of that man. He wore a crow feather cape but no plague doctor mask. Instead he wore nothing. He looked middle aged although he was hundreds of years old. The fact that he kept his memories and hadn't lost his mind was a commendable feat. "As long as I live, I will never forgive that man," Surgit said as rage filled his heart.
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Rage filled Surgit as he awoke in the Chalice Dungeons. Although he couldn't leave the dungeon, his phantom could. The only function a phantom has is to fight alongside the beckoner. They can gain echoes from the fight but they wouldn't lose any if they die. Their real body held the echoes.
He was faced with a big dilemma. On one hand he couldn't leave the chalice unless he beats the final guardian. On the other hand he had to get back quickly to where Karla was. With any luck, Francis would stall the invading hunter until he came back.
Little did he know that fight was already over, that Karla was mercilessly butchered by that mad hunter. Gavril was part of the Vilebloods, an ancient order formed to serve the Queen of Vilebloods. The vilebloods used to collect Blood Dregs from hunters they invade and successfully kill.
The Queen of the Vilebloods believed that she could carry a child of blood. For that, hunters collected Blood Dregs and gifted them to the Queen. Blood Dregs would allegedly help the mysterious Queen successfully carry a child of blood. The whole Vileblood affair was shrouded in mystery. Only the ones that swore the oath to the Queen could perceive the dregs in hunters, then extract them from their corpses.
Gavril was smiling as he sat atop a hill within Forbidden Woods. He flipped the dregs he took from Surgit and Francis in his hand and smiled. Amidst the heavy mist that surrounded the forest, one could clearly see Gavril's eyes as they shone with a hint of red.
In the end, Surgit quickly decided to forfeit his progress. He used a lantern that appeared before him to get to the dream. As soon as he reached the hunters' dream, Surgit ran to the messenger's fountain. Surgit urged the messenger to transport him to the chapel.
As soon as his body materialized in the chapel, Surgit ran outside. The fight had taken place next to the rear exit of Oedon Chapel. When he got outside, a puzzling scene welcomed Surgit. Before him was the Cathedral Ward.
A church doctor who stood next to a cart charged towards him. Surgit patiently waited for the doctor to attack then shot him. The visceral attack took care of business then Surgit resumed looking at the place. He knew that their fight had taken place here. But looking at it now, there was no sign indicating it.
Karla was nowhere to be seen, Francis had also disappeared. Surgit looked up, alerted by the sound he heard coming from the chapel. His gaze fell on Francis. Upon crossing eyes with Surgit, Francis grew sad.
"Did you see what he did to her?" Francis asked. "See what?" Surgit didn't know what Francis was talking about. Startled, Francis ran towards Surgit and looked around. From where he stood earlier, the cart obstructed Francis's field of view. Once he got past the cart, his mind raced and he felt lost.
"I saw him kill her here. I tried to fight back but one shot from his firearm was enough to bring me down…" Francis' voice was low. One could feel the melancholy in Francis' tone. "I thought that I had become exceptionally strong. It appears that we've just experienced the tip of the iceberg Surgit." He looked at the other hunter and sighed.
"I don't know what happened to her body, but Karla's body was here after that fiend cut her open. As long as I live, I will not forget that boastful man." Francis clenched his fingers together and made a fist.
Surgit was staring at Francis all along. After a while, he spoke: "What relationship do you have to that hunter?" Francis turned towards Surgit and sadly smiled. "He was my mentor," He finally said. Surgit looked at Francis some more then walked away. "I'll be leaving now," Surgit started. "If you ever need my help defeating an enemy, use my bell."
He threw his bell towards Francis. "Its only use is to summon me and I don't have any use for it now. I'd rather give it to you in case you're in need of a helping hand." Francis was startled by Surgit's shit in behavior towards him. Before he could speak, Surgit answered the question that bugged him the most.
"We've landed in a city of horrors. At first, I only thought of becoming stronger and leaving this city. Now I understand that I need to get stronger. You're the only link I have to the external world. If I lose that link, I'm afraid this city will completely absorb me." With that Surgit disappeared inside the chapel. He walked towards the lamp and went back to the dream.
He got back to the Pthumeru dungeon without any pause. This time, he knew what it took to get stronger in Yharnam. He had to hunt, the more ferocious the beast was, the more the benefit. If he couldn't gain one more rank in Skill or Strength, Surgit decided not to leave the Chalice Dungeons.
He was deeply sad for the loss of Karla. That woman had despised him since they first met on that cursed day. Looking at the situation now, Surgit wished he could've just accepted his fate and died. Karla would never have experience all of this. He felt countless needles grasping his heart and tightening their grip on it.
As pain surged through his entire being, Surgit came to the firm belief that life was simply unfair. While his only achievement in life was to be enrolled into the military school, very few people could reach the amount of respect he enjoyed in there. He was considered a fast learner and his superiors always valued his talent.
Overall, his life wasn't that bad. If that disease hadn't suddenly shattered his dreams, he would've died in combat or filled with pride as a retired soldier. In short he wouldn't have had any regrets.
Karla on the other hand let out a shout of despair before that cold blooded hunter ended her life. Surgit could tell that Karla cursed the heavens for what they have inflicted upon her. Surgit had experienced that once, so he felt sorrow fill his heart. For him, death had become immaterial. While for Karla, one strong enemy meant death and nothingness.
Surgit memorized the shape of that man. He wore a crow feather cape but no plague doctor mask. Instead he wore nothing. He looked middle aged although he was hundreds of years old. The fact that he kept his memories and hadn't lost his mind was a commendable feat. "As long as I live, I will never forgive that man," Surgit said as rage filled his heart.
Rage filled Surgit as he awoke in the Chalice Dungeons. Although he couldn't leave the dungeon, his phantom could. The only function a phantom has is to fight alongside the beckoner. They can gain echoes from the fight but they wouldn't lose any if they die. Their real body held the echoes.He was faced with a big dilemma. On one hand he couldn't leave the chalice unless he beats the final guardian. On the other hand he had to get back quickly to where Karla was. With any luck, Francis would stall the invading hunter until he came back.Little did he know that fight was already over, that Karla was mercilessly butchered by that mad hunter. Gavril was part of the Vilebloods, an ancient order formed to serve the Queen of Vilebloods. The vilebloods used to collect Blood Dregs from hunters they invade and successfully kill.The Queen of the Vilebloods believed that she could carry a child of blood. For that, hunters collected Blood Dregs and gifted them to the Queen. Blood Dregs would allegedly help the mysterious Queen successfully carry a child of blood. The whole Vileblood affair was shrouded in mystery. Only the ones that swore the oath to the Queen could perceive the dregs in hunters, then extract them from their corpses.Gavril was smiling as he sat atop a hill within Forbidden Woods. He flipped the dregs he took from Surgit and Francis in his hand and smiled. Amidst the heavy mist that surrounded the forest, one could clearly see Gavril's eyes as they shone with a hint of red.In the end, Surgit quickly decided to forfeit his progress. He used a lantern that appeared before him to get to the dream. As soon as he reached the hunters' dream, Surgit ran to the messenger's fountain. Surgit urged the messenger to transport him to the chapel.As soon as his body materialized in the chapel, Surgit ran outside. The fight had taken place next to the rear exit of Oedon Chapel. When he got outside, a puzzling scene welcomed Surgit. Before him was the Cathedral Ward.A church doctor who stood next to a cart charged towards him. Surgit patiently waited for the doctor to attack then shot him. The visceral attack took care of business then Surgit resumed looking at the place. He knew that their fight had taken place here. But looking at it now, there was no sign indicating it.Karla was nowhere to be seen, Francis had also disappeared. Surgit looked up, alerted by the sound he heard coming from the chapel. His gaze fell on Francis. Upon crossing eyes with Surgit, Francis grew sad."Did you see what he did to her?" Francis asked. "See what?" Surgit didn't know what Francis was talking about. Startled, Francis ran towards Surgit and looked around. From where he stood earlier, the cart obstructed Francis's field of view. Once he got past the cart, his mind raced and he felt lost."I saw him kill her here. I tried to fight back but one shot from his firearm was enough to bring me down" Francis' voice was low. One could feel the melancholy in Francis' tone. "I thought that I had become exceptionally strong. It appears that we've just experienced the tip of the iceberg Surgit." He looked at the other hunter and sighed."I don't know what happened to her body, but Karla's body was here after that fiend cut her open. As long as I live, I will not forget that boastful man." Francis clenched his fingers together and made a fist.Surgit was staring at Francis all along. After a while, he spoke: "What relationship do you have to that hunter?" Francis turned towards Surgit and sadly smiled. "He was my mentor," He finally said. Surgit looked at Francis some more then walked away. "I'll be leaving now," Surgit started. "If you ever need my help defeating an enemy, use my bell."He threw his bell towards Francis. "Its only use is to summon me and I don't have any use for it now. I'd rather give it to you in case you're in need of a helping hand." Francis was startled by Surgit's shit in behavior towards him. Before he could speak, Surgit answered the question that bugged him the most."We've landed in a city of horrors. At first, I only thought of becoming stronger and leaving this city. Now I understand that I need to get stronger. You're the only link I have to the external world. If I lose that link, I'm afraid this city will completely absorb me." With that Surgit disappeared inside the chapel. He walked towards the lamp and went back to the dream.He got back to the Pthumeru dungeon without any pause. This time, he knew what it took to get stronger in Yharnam. He had to hunt, the more ferocious the beast was, the more the benefit. If he couldn't gain one more rank in Skill or Strength, Surgit decided not to leave the Chalice Dungeons.He was deeply sad for the loss of Karla. That woman had despised him since they first met on that cursed day. Looking at the situation now, Surgit wished he could've just accepted his fate and died. Karla would never have experience all of this. He felt countless needles grasping his heart and tightening their grip on it.As pain surged through his entire being, Surgit came to the firm belief that life was simply unfair. While his only achievement in life was to be enrolled into the military school, very few people could reach the amount of respect he enjoyed in there. He was considered a fast learner and his superiors always valued his talent.Overall, his life wasn't that bad. If that disease hadn't suddenly shattered his dreams, he would've died in combat or filled with pride as a retired soldier. In short he wouldn't have had any regrets.Karla on the other hand let out a shout of despair before that cold blooded hunter ended her life. Surgit could tell that Karla cursed the heavens for what they have inflicted upon her. Surgit had experienced that once, so he felt sorrow fill his heart. For him, death had become immaterial. While for Karla, one strong enemy meant death and nothingness.Surgit memorized the shape of that man. He wore a crow feather cape but no plague doctor mask. Instead he wore nothing. He looked middle aged although he was hundreds of years old. The fact that he kept his memories and hadn't lost his mind was a commendable feat. "As long as I live, I will never forgive that man," Surgit said as rage filled his heart.
