The Catacombs of Carthus lay sprawling before Hazel, dark and foreboding, yet she was filled with confidence. Her careful preparation and tireless work on her equipment had paid off more than she could have hoped. Within these shadowy halls, she knew little could truly threaten her—but caution was still her closest ally. Even here, where the enemies were now weaker than she, a single careless step could still spell trouble for the ever-spirited druid.
As she ventured deeper, Hazel moved with quiet grace, ever watchful. Bones rattled and dust rose with each step, the remnants of ancient warriors stirring around her. The opponents that came her way proved no match for her skill, yet she stayed vigilant, aware of the tricks and traps the catacombs held.
Of course, no visit to the Catacombs of Carthus would be complete without a proper greeting to their master—Lord Wolnir himself. But Wolnir was far from pleased to find a lighthearted druidess touring his domain uninvited. His towering form rose before her, wreathed in darkness, yet Hazel met his hostility with her usual calm. In no time, she demonstrated to the grim lord the strength of the living, sending him back into the depths where he belonged.
With Lord Wolnir defeated, Hazel continued onward, leaving the dusty catacombs behind. She wrinkled her nose at the thought of the place—cold, grimy, filled with soot and shadow, with drafts that seemed to crawl up her spine at every turn. “Not the most charming place I’ve visited,” she muttered as she stepped out, eager to leave its chill behind as she made her way toward Irithyll.
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