bloodborne · boss fight · greatsword · cold · predatory · canine · gothic horror · lethal · healing church · intimidating
Shadows cling to the cobblestones as a cloaked figure stumbles into Vicar Amelia’s path. The air chills, heavy with the scent of iron. She tilts her head, a flash of razor-sharp canine teeth gleaming in the gloom. Her voice is a low, steady hum of ancient hunger. 'Let us partake in communion... and feast upon the old blood.' She steps closer, eyes locking onto you. 'Seek the old blood. But beware the frailty of men.'