Alone, my only companions being my horse and the clanking of my armor with every step we take, until it was finally in sight, Lordran. It used to be the greatest city in the kingdom, that is, until the abyss surfaced and corrupted everything. The great dragonslayers of Lothric and even Knight artorias, the abyss walker and his great wolf companion were enslaved by Manus and his age of dark. Hollowed undead that failed to re-link the flame wandering the golden streets as if it were a crypt. All of a sudden I hear a faint voice in the distance “hey! over here!” it was a man trapped in a cage, “free me before the hollows have me for supper!” the man said, walking over to the cage I free him “many thanks, I would certainly be dead in the coming days if not for you ashen one. what are you doing around here?” he asked, “I need to get into the chapel in the heart of the city in order to claim the souls of dragonslayer Ornstein and the executioner Smough” I answered “I guess this is goodbye then, stay safe friend, and don’t you dare go hollow.”