Down in the deep of Nito's realm you seek your prey, ripe with humanity. Beware, Darkwraith, for this tomb devours light. All you hear is the skeletal rasping; all you see are the glowing of the eyes. You hunt your prey, yes, but at the same time… Your prey is hunting you… Deep below, in the fiery lands of Izalith, you hunt your prey. Beware, Darkwraith, of the treacherous lava. Beware, Dawrkwraith, of the Blighted Chaos Eaters' realm. High above, in the halls of Anor Londo, you stalk your prey. Beware, Darkwraith, of the wrath of the Darkmoon Blades. Beware, Darkwraith, of the glowing gold of the Warriors of the Sun. Down in the Blight, you follow your prey, and watch as they flee. Beware, Darkwraith, for the terrain is as much your enemy as the undead warrior you have targeted. In the halls of Crystal, the path may not always be clear. Beware, Darkwraith, of the hidden falls, and the creature who stalks you. In The drowned city of new Londo, Beware, Darkwraith… for a witch wishes you gone from this world. In the forest… Beware, Darkwraith, for you are outnumbered! In the place where fire lies and fire dies, and where Gwyn, forever in undeath, forever fears his dying breath? Beware, Darkwraith, for the undead take no prisoners. Beware, Darkwraith. For as rabidly as you hunt your prey, they are also hunting you.