Surgit had to use two of his blood vials to feel his feet and start walking again. ‘What was that thing? I almost died by just looking at its invisible shape’ He was in shock but he was positive that there was something there, looking at him, observing his insignificant existence. He went up the stairs to explore more of the area. He heard a stomping noise in the distance and clutched his weapon tight. He was standing next to a two way street that took either up or down. Surgit didn’t know which way to take but little did he know that the path would be chosen for him soon, without his consent.

As he stepped forward he saw to his left, the source of the stomping noise. It looked like the pale tall men he killed before. But it was as big as a two story building. It had the bell pendant and it held a huge axe in both hands. The giant attacked instantly and Surgit jumped backwards to avoid the strike. He had to make some distance between him and the giant in order to devise a plan to put the thing down and quick.

He ran up the street and tried to observe the giant better. His movements were thankfully slow and he didn’t need to run far. Its legs looked frail and barely supported its weight. He decided to go for the legs and bring it down to its knees before striking at the head. The head was always a weak point. He tried to move towards the giant’s legs but every time he got closer, the latter would perform a sweeping attack that drew an imaginary line that blocked Surgit’s way. He was forced to jump back every time that happened until he found himself at the top of the street, with his back to yet another gigantic gate.

The gate looked fantastic with decorations on its bars, which were shiny as if someone was taking care of them. In the middle of the gate, Surgit saw a sigil. He didn’t have enough time to look at it in detail as the giant was nearing him and preparing to attack.

Surgit had to act quickly, he was cornered and that giant had long reach and a surprising speed to his attacks. He jumped backwards and placed his feet on the sigil, using the gate as his departure point. He propelled himself forward, increasing his speed, in a suicidal attempt to get behind the hulking beast. He felt the gigantic axe miss his feet as passed between the pale giant’s legs. He performed many rolls on the ground as the velocity of the propulsion was hard to control. When he stood up, the giant was left behind and Surgit pondered for a moment before deciding not to fight it.

The way he came from was closed and he could easily backtrack and outrun the giant if need be. He went down the street and to the point where he first met his previous opponent. He went through an arc, downwards. He saw an open gate and a lever that could be used to close it. Closing the gate would mean that the giant wouldn’t be able to reach him, on the other hand he’d be trapped if the street he was taking led nowhere.

The giant was coming back and Surgit, feeling the impending fight coming his way pulled the lever down and closed the gate. The pale beast looked at Surgit then sat down, opposite the gate as if it was telling him: I’m not going anywhere. Surgit felt shivers running down his spine as he watched the giant fixing him with its big black eyes. He turned and resumed his way down the street. He soon came into a clearing and saw two trolls patrolling the area. He quickly disposed of them then took his time to look around. The sun had completely disappeared from the sky and only crimson clouds remained to announce the end of the day and the approach of darkness.

The area where Surgit found himself was pretty large. It was a pedestrian street that gave a view over all of Central Yharnam. From the place where Surgit stood, he saw the great bridge where he fought the giant beast underneath. From where he stood he could look at the Great Bridge from above and see where the road led on the other side.

The Great Bridge was a highway that led in and out of the city. Surgit surmised that it was called great because it was the main and biggest structure that led towards the Cathedral Ward. The highway extended towards the horizon and Surgit assumed that it was the main road through which merchandise was transported directly to the church from neighboring cities and countries. Yharnam in its glory days was a popular destination for tourists and miracle seekers. It had to live up and its reputation and it over delivered. The city was a wonder to behold. It had few main roads that branched into multiple paths and streets which led everywhere around Yharnam. Surgit still wished he could visit Yharnam and see how it was in the past. Anything would actually be better than present day Yharnam.

The street where he stood contained numerous houses. Most of them were closed off and not a single sign of life was to be sensed around there. The city had become desolate, save for a few sane people scattered around Central Yharnam. He remembered the old lady who asked him about a safe place and wondered if it were a good idea to send her over to Oedon chapel. He decided to explore the street and find a way to rejoin Karla before heading back towards Central Yharnam. He had to pay Iosefka and the little girl another visit anyway.

At the end of the street he saw another pale giant. The latter appeared to be sleeping and Surgit didn’t want to have a confrontation with him. So he walked silently, trying to get to the stairs behind him that appeared to lead downstairs. To his horror, the giant noticed him and stood up slowly, hiding what remained of sunlight from Surgit.

The pale giant held a metallic boulder in his hands. It appeared that he was a prisoner of some sorts as the big ball was attached to one of his ankles. ‘This is going to be very difficult, these things hit hard and fast’ he thought to himself as the giant prepared to attack. The pale beast held the chains with both hands and started slamming towards Surgit. He jumped backwards and started thinking of a way to reach his legs. The reach the metallic ball had was far longer than the axe the other giant used. Surgit soon found himself back to the starting point where he disposed of the two trolls. He had to find a way to bring it down to its knees and fast, otherwise he risked to be thrown off towards the bridge or even lower.

He wasn’t ready to die to any beast in the city yet. He had enough of dying. He took his pistol and shot the pale giant in the head twice. He hoped that it would have the same effect it had on the other beasts. The shots connected and he saw a white liquid come out of the giant’s head. The giant let out an enraged scream and started pounding with his ball heavily on the ground.

The attacks weren’t aimed at Surgit though. The giant appeared to be in pain and attempting to bring down anything that came near him. After a few strikes, the giant came to its knees, tired and breathless. Surgit immediately dashed towards it and performed his beastly attack, ripping the giant’s head open. As he removed his hand forcefully from the pale beast’s skull, the giant was thrown backwards on its back. Surgit was full of what appeared to be his opponent’s blood, a white liquid that was still seeping through its head. Surgit was breathless but delighted that he found a way to bring these monsters down. ‘Just get them to lose their stamina and then attack relentlessly, or finish them with one of my visceral attacks.’ He started enjoying the beastly feature he possessed.