AdvertisementA noise brought Surgit back to the cobbled street and he saw two other men approaching him in a sprint . The one on the right wore a straw hat and seemed to be a peasant if not for his furry face and long arms . His legs on the other hand were human and he wore simple grey trousers . The man on the left wore a long black coat and had only one elongated arm which held a sword while he held a pistol on the other . The peasant looking man had a sickle and dashed towards Surgit trying to cut him open with it . Surgit dodged to the left and cut the man's head off with ease . He was still surprised at how agile he had become and how easily he could kill these abominations . "BOOM!!" before he could react, the impact of the pistol shot had sent him flying backwards . The bullet had hit him on his left shoulder and blood started already oozing out of his body . He could feel the pain tingling from his bones but he had no time to think about it . The shooter was reloading his gun and preparing to aim it again at him . Forgetting his pain, Surgit got up quickly and dashed towards the man as the bullet left the muzzle . He felt the bullet graze his ear as he buried his saw deep inside the man's chest . The splashing blood from the man's body landed on his shoulder and Surgit watched in amazement how his wound healed instantly as it came into contact with it .
On all the books that he had read about Yharnam, the recurring theme he came across was the miraculous properties of the Old Blood used by Yharnamites . "So even their blood can heal, it really feels like I'm invincible" he thought to himself, astonished . The street was now empty and fallen carts blocked Surgit's way . He turned back towards the gate and noticed a lever on his left . Simple curiosity pushed him to pull and he watched as a ladder that took to the top of one of the buildings came down next to him . He decided to take the ladder up, at least to get a better view of the city . As he climbed up, a terrifying howl could be heard in the distance, from the great bridge's direction . Surgit felt Goosebumps crawling up his skin . That was no werewolf howl . It sounded terrible, angry and anguished .
He reached the top of the ladder to find himself on a small square . It looked as if the ladder was a safety exit from the area in case of fires or disasters . Opposite Surgit was a house with barricaded doors . On its right lay a path with stairs taking down . It looked like a pedestrian street that no vehicle could approach . On the left, he could see yet another closed iron gate . "This city seems to have too many closed doors" he thought to himself as he contemplated the most intriguing sight of all in that square . In the middle of the place, there was what seemed to be a pole from which hung a lantern . Only this pole was too short for it to be a street lantern . For some reason, he felt drawn to the lantern and he made to touch it . As his hand came into contact with it, blue flames illuminated the small lamp and he felt himself losing consciousness .
Chapter end
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