[Progress across the city of Yharnam was an unending struggle. Every inch the Hunter explored was wrought with blood and his many, many deaths. He learned from his experiences. He had to. And much like Yharnam, the ever-changing destruction of Zizphus was a place where he had to learn fast to get back to Amaterasu every time or die. And indeed, the amount of time the Hunter takes to get back to Amaterasu is shorter and shorter each time. And each time his clothing reeks more and more of blood.
(His life has never been peaceful even before Yharnam but the Hunter can clearly remember the day when he stopped noticing the smell of blood and gore.)
He carries the injured Flowaccu as carefully as he could but there isn't enough time to heal it as the rest are dropped off. And then their time is up as the island falls with its God. The Hunter whistles again to grab Amaterasu's attention, waving towards the mana pool.
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(His life has never been peaceful even before Yharnam but the Hunter can clearly remember the day when he stopped noticing the smell of blood and gore.)
He carries the injured Flowaccu as carefully as he could but there isn't enough time to heal it as the rest are dropped off. And then their time is up as the island falls with its God. The Hunter whistles again to grab Amaterasu's attention, waving towards the mana pool.
Time to get going.]