The enemies in this cave were, of course, not limited to those slug-like Kin villagers and Brado, the Healing Church assassin.
In fact, there was clear evidence here that proved the nightmares shrouding Yharnam were interconnected: those test subjects with swollen, exposed brains atop their heads, yet dressed in Pthumerian lady's attire.
These creatures had originally been derivatives of a crippled Great One excavated from the depths of the nightmare by the School of Mensis. This crippled Great One looked like... "If you have a strong intuition, you can give it a try. It's not impossible. There might be some connection." Huangfu Ye thought for a moment and answered simply.
Because of the professional combat skills Brightfield had displayed during the nighttime counteroffensive and several recent clashes with the desert guerrillas, as well as their impressive record of zero casualties, regiments assigned to missions alongside Brightfield's forces would instinctively follow their suggestions or simply let them command the battle.
This was the end. The end of drifting, the end of youth, the end of everything. Everything now was a fresh start. She would no longer live for anyone else, only for herself. Love was nothing more than an anesthetic, mere self-consolation. After deceiving herself for so long, she had forgotten that she could hurt too, that she also needed to act spoiled and be loved.
That demon had actually spared her life. Then he definitely would not come looking for her again, right?
I agreed with Lan Ling's view. Forget the werewolf I had always wanted to track down for revenge—even the donkey-headed wolf demon Teacher Ke had mentioned was beyond my ability to handle now. If I wanted to stay alive, I had to train.
When it came to the details of battle, the generals belonging to the various