Nokron, Eternal City

Some time earlier.

"The ruins we just passed through were part of Nokron too, right? It's pretty huge."

Maru spoke as she drew a map of the area they had explored so far.

This great bridge, strewn with the corpses of messengers, connected the ruins to the city. But on closer inspection, it was clear that the two connected sections had originally been one whole.

Combined with the extensive signs of destruction in the ruins, it was not hard to see that this place had suffered a devastating calamity. That was why it had become this barren wasteland, with nothing but the living dead wandering through it.

"It would be wonderful to see Nokron in its prime. Wait, didn't I say that in Anor Londo too?"

No one responded to Maru, because she was simply talking to herself. She liked to relieve stress by speaking while she worked, though she normally had very little stress to begin with.

At first glance, Nokron looked magnificent, but a closer look revealed nothing but scars.

Below the bridge lay a bottomless Abyss shrouded in mist. Though time had passed, the edges of the landmasses connected by the bridge still bore clear signs of violent destruction.

Perhaps the two places had once been connected by more than just a bridge, with even grander structures spanning between them. But all of it had fallen into the Abyss amid some unknown destruction, never to appear before human eyes again.

Thinking of that, anyone fond of scenery would probably feel quite sad.

After crossing the bridge, they finally found a hard-won Campfire—no, a Site of Grace. Its glittering golden light soothed the weariness in their bodies and eased their minds.

Beyond the Site of Grace lay another cluster of buildings in Nokron.

Buildings stood packed together there,