This World Is Seriously Ill

However, First Hunter Gherman was not so fortunate. His consciousness had already been completely corrupted by Moon Demon Flora, and as the purification unfolded, he could only slip painlessly into eternal rest.

Likewise, after a night of drastic upheaval, Yharnam's population had been reduced by two-thirds.

The Choir, representing the upper ranks of the Church of Healing, had been wiped out. Of the three great figures, Bishop Laurence and Saintess Amelia had fallen, leaving only the unconscious Paladin Ludwig alive.

Had the Executioners purging the Cainhurst vampires not withdrawn in time, and had Master Logreus not led the Church's and Celestial Clock Tower's remaining forces back, Yharnam would likely have struggled to restore order for a long time.

Outside the door, Kevin greeted the priest's family, Old Hunter Henrik, and the others before watching them escort the anxious citizens of Yharnam onto the road leading to the Ruins.

Unlike the fear and despair of the previous night, their eyes now held a spark of hope as they looked toward the future.

Though most of them did not know the God's true identity, there was no doubt that their sins had been absolved. They no longer had to endure the Beast Calamity or the Ascended, and could thankfully survive.

Once those figures gradually disappeared at the end of the road, Kevin passed through a thicket and arrived at a fork in the road as promised.

Master Willem, fortunate enough to have survived until the end, had been waiting there for a long time. He placed a hand over his chest in greeting, lowered his head, and opened the carved carriage door for the living god with utmost reverence.

The carriage waiting there was exquisitely made, fashioned entirely from fragrant wood and drawn by several sturdy purebred horses. For comfort and appearance,