“Once in the city, we won’t know what will come at us, I advise you to be on your guard as soon as we catch a glimpse of land.” “Yeah, and you should know that once we get there, it’s everyone for their own life. Don’t rely on us to protect you weakling.” Said Damien looking mockingly at Surgit. “I don’t need protection. I’m barely giving you a warning. Yharnam isn’t wha-“ “Yeah, Yharnam isn’t what it’s supposed to be we know” Interrupted Francis “We’ll be on our guard, but I agree with the big guy here” he went on, looking at Damien “once there, it’s everyone for himself”

The atmosphere was indeed getting heavier and tenser; suddenly they hear the captain’s voice: “Land Ho”. The majestic legendary city was at last at sight. From the ship, they could make a great towering building through the fog with a clock at its top.

“That’s the Great Cathedral” said Surgit, “It matches every description that I’ve read on all the books. Only, it’s more majestic than what I have imagined” “ By the gods, This city already gives me the creeps” said Francis with excitement in his voice, “it’s everything I have been searching for” “Damien, get ready, I have a bad feeling about this place.” It was the first time Paul had said anything since the beginning of the trip. You could feel anxiety in his voice and in his arched back, twitching arms and the way he clutched on his battle axe. “Is the brute getting frightened?” said Francis provocatively. “What did you say?” Damien had already unsheathed his big sword and was going towards Francis. All his bodyguards reacted at once and took up arms against the two mercenaries. “Enough!!” Shouted the cloaked lady. Everyone instantly stopped and stared at her, surprised. “From what the weakling said before, this city messes with people’s minds. Keep it together while we’re still on this ship, we have a bigger fight awaiting us.” “Indeed it does.” Replied Surgit, somewhat offended by the lady’s remark “The city is known for its heavy atmosphere that can corrupt the mind and send anyone on frenzy. If you want to survive until you meet an actual blood minister, you’d better have some self-discipline.” “To hell with that nonsense” answered Paul “I’m cutting me some meat” he went on as he brandished his axe in the air.

In the midst of that tense scene, as Francis’ bodyguards were preparing to strike, a terrible sound could be heard in the distance. It resembled the howling of a wolf, only with a lower pitch that can send chills through your spine. All men stopped in their tracks and their heads turned once more towards the city. Surgit had been observing the layout of the city before the fight had started between the men on deck. “That sound came from where we’re headed, it seems like trouble is meeting us at the port”. All men hurried to the bow in order to have a clearer view of what was awaiting them. They saw an old port with only one functioning dock. The wood on the platforms seemed dangerously old but no living soul was to be seen around. Although it was difficult to see anything through the thick fog that formed around the port, the captain managed to bring the ship to a standstill next to the wooden platform.

Everybody had disembarked when the captain announced that there was no way to moor or anchor the ship in the port. “You’ll have to find a rope with which we can pull the ship into the dockyard. It’s a port, there has to be a-“ as he was shouting his instructions to everyone down at the dock, a cannon ball had hit the ship and the captain was blast into the water by the impact. Fire had already started consuming the boat. Damien and Paul had managed to kill two of Francis’s bodyguards; their qualm with him hadn’t finished yet. When the others had tried to retaliate they took advantage of the second cannon ball that hit the ship to make their escape and disappear from sight. Surgit looked around to find the captain and try to help him out to safety. He saw a man swimming towards the platform and he went over to help him but a third blow by the cannon had shattered the platform and sent him flying backwards.