They were in a pedestrian area that carts couldn’t approach and only stairs led to the upper part of the city. At the end of the street they found the stairs that lead towards the upper bridge. They climbed up to find themselves on a long road that crossed to the other part of the valley. It was a large cobbled avenue with carts and stagecoaches scattered all around. Paul looked on his left and saw that the highway that used to take to the bridge from outside the city was sealed off by a wall. What happened in this city? Why did people seal access to this bridge? On their right, he could see at the far end of the bridge, a big gate that used to accommodate cars going through towards the healing church. The road was decorated on each side with beautiful street lamps and statues of praying women. Surgit motioned them to look forward. Two beasts were walking on all fours. They looked like wolves, only more terrible, and fearsome. “Werewolves, these ones look really strong” whispered the man. “We need a plan of attack, these beasts can kill you in one strike” he went on as they hid themselves behind a statue, far from the beasts’ sight.

Damien had some Molotov Cocktails, he and Paul had improvised them while scavenging a deserted house. They could use the fire as a distraction to separate the beasts and single them out. The man volunteered to take one on his own and advised the two to team up on one. The plan worked like a charm. The stranger rushed towards the beasts and both of them made to attack the other. Damien threw one of his cocktails on it. It caught on fire and howled terribly. The other werewolf, distracted by the fire got his head chopped off by that strange saw the man was wielding while Paul finished the agonizing beast with a strike from his axe. As silence settled down again in the bridge, the trio heard a stronger, more terrible howl in the distance. That screech could make anyone lose hope in life and feel as though anguish had settled in their heart.

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Surgit recognized the sound, it was the same one he’d heard while he was climbing the ladder that lead to Gilbert’s house and the dream lantern. He felt uneasy but his objective was in sight. The bridge was clear from beasts and he could see the closed gate in the distance. That big door was for cars though and there had to be a small one for pedestrians to access the Cathedral Ward.

Damien was leading the way as they were approaching the sealed gate when an enormous hand smashed him to the ground like a fly swatter does to annoying flies. There were but his clothes and his crushed bones. Surgit and Paul were sent flying backwards by the impact of the hand on Damien. When they came to, they saw the horrible abomination that awaited them in front of the gate. A towering beast, taller than any building in Yharnam, was standing in front of them. It was covered in fur and had a gigantic left arm. Its right one, although thinner than the left, was long and furry. Its feet were big and looked like a Kangaroo’s, bent and ready to jump at you at any moment. The only exception was for the beasts feet which resembled a wolf’s, with claws and paws. Its head on the other hand was a hybrid between wolf and deer. It had a deer’s muzzle but a wolf’s teeth. Its eyes were huge and glowed in red while on top of its head; the beast had grown antlers. Its torso was skinny and Surgit could see the beasts’ bones almost protruding from their rib cage. It had ashen grey skin. It seemed like big trouble.