I took a moment to breathe, my back pressed against the corner. Hearing no indications of a further shot, I crawled over to the wall facing the archway, and carefully peeked over the bricks. The Hollow had barely moved, and I could see him preparing to set another bolt into place as his hood turned this way and that, seeking out his target. Apparently not seeing me, he gradually lowered the bolt and crossbow alike, and seemed to go... dormant, perhaps? Are the memories of these Hollows so short that he could so readily forget where I had run?
'I'm happy to take whatever small relief I might find here,' I thought to myself, turning away to slump back against the brickwork and let out a long, shaky breath. When my eyes opened, I noticed a curious sight: a message wreathed in gentle orange flame, scribed into the very dirt in front of a short and broken staircase.
The trials and tribulations of Ashemma, Deprived Unkindled, as she seeks to unravel the mysteries of Lothric and remember who she is. (Deprived is an unofficial Dark Souls fan comic.) [WARNING: Partial/Obscured Nudity]
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