Reima treads through the shallow water, warily watching each and every step as he tries to find the location of that d.a.m.ned Fire Keepers soul, the one that is only accessible by crossing an extremely thin cat-walk hidden under murky water and surrounded by Ghosts. He eventually finds the area, not because Reima had remembered it's location but because of the sheer number of Ghosts floating around the golden orb sitting on the ground a few meters away. Of-course as soon as he approached them they all noticed his presence, the around twenty five ghosts float through the ruined stone walls and pillars while readying their sickles to strike at him. Ducking under a whip like swing that pa.s.ses through the nearby stone walls as if they weren't there he raises his hand to intercept the chain causing the sickle to fly back around and stab the Ghost in the chest, she gives a unearthly scream and lunges at him while swinging her other sickle. Reima flourishes his Silver Sword causing fiery lines to trail through the air as he bisects the enraged Ghost, he grins but doesn't have much time to admire his clean kill as three more Ghosts phase through the wall. He casts Quen to deflect the multiple Sickles flying at him while channelling Armament Haki into his fist, the Ghosts back through the wall behind them to get away from his sudden aggression but this matters not as his fist collides with the wall. A huge impact echoes across the sunken city as the large shattered remains of the wall fly into the water below, apparently the strike had also killed the retreating Ghosts, whether or not this was from force of his punch or the shards of stone Reima doesn't know but it was effective nonetheless.

After demolis.h.i.+ng the wall he has to back away as some of the stone floor gives way and sinks into the depths below. A snap kick crushes the head of another Ghost as he flies through many different sword techniques, some learned from Absolver, some from the school of the Wolf but all seem effective as he easily cuts down the large group of Ghostly women. After cleaning up the majority of them Reima blinks across the thin Cat-walk and picks up the Fire Keeper soul before storing it in his Folded s.p.a.ce.

He continues to battle through the many Ghosts inhabiting the ruined city, occasionally utilising his Pyromancies and Sorceries for those that fly out of his reach. He doesn't forget to crush another transient curse as he progresses either, suddenly being unable to deal a killing blow could possibly lead to serious injuries, and while he's functionally immortal, dying isn't on his To-do list.

While carving his way through a church-like building Reima finds himself on the roof of the building face to face with a man wearing tattered red robes and a metal mask completely covering his face, he wields a large dagger and a spear-like Sorcery catalyst... "Greetings" he says to Reima, warily gripping his weapon.

Reima nods, "Reima Ludvig, Witcher and apparently now Ghost-Buster."

The man's head bends to the side in confusion, "Ghost-Buster?" he shakes his head, "Forgive me, I am Ingward of New Lodno. Previously under the employ of the Four kings that used to rule here. That is, until they were corrupted by that d.a.m.ned Serpant Kaathe."

Reima "What was your position?"

Ingward "Head Sorcerer, researcher and now Master of the Seal that keeps the Dark Wraiths at bay." he says succinctly.

Reima is somewhat confused at why the Dark Wraiths are so feared... "What's the big deal about the Dark Wraiths anyway, surely a big enough a.s.sault from Gwyn would've dealt with them handily."

Ingward laughs, "Clearly you've never fought one, the only way to describe them would be, Vicious. They're extremely swift, only matched by their equally as scary strength. But, one thing sets them apart from other powerful warriors... The Dark Hand, a technique used to drain the soul and humanity forcefully from someone."

Reima shrugs, "That's all? Just don't get grabbed and it'll be an easy win." he says disregarding the mans fear for the Dark Wraiths.

He sighs, "If only it were that easy, my deceased compatriots called my theories mad but I suspect that the Dark Wraiths are linked telepathically. This would explain their extremely coordinated a.s.saults and movements that a regular person wouldn't be able to attempt, let alone perform."

Reima looks at him, slit eyes drawing Ingwards attention. "I'm not a regular human, I need to kill the Four kings and I know you have the key to open the flood gates... If you doubt my prowess then let me show you my trophies." he says as he presents The souls of the Witch of Izalith, Nito, Seath and Gwyn's soul shard.

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Ignward makes a weird sound, as he looks at them, "I-It's true, Apologies for the disrespect I have shown thus far... Here, finally someone has come to end the machinations of Kaathe."