A sprite of humanity? Here? How? He supposed now that he thought about it, it made sense. Humans were the most common creatures in Lordran, so the chance that they would exist here too, was very high. Although what surprised him most was the fact that this was dropped by that abominable creature. Was that thing once human? Was this the fate of all humans? He'd never heard of it happening before.
But something in general was off about this sprite, there was something missing. He pulled out another sprite of humanity to compare it to. It was almost identical, if not for the white outline. Huh, it seemed that these monsters lacked emotions, which made sense, at least, that's what the white outline was meant to represent, right? He sighed, he wasn't a scholar, this kind of stuff should be left to those who had the intellect, and spare time, to think about it. Though he supposed in the end he had more time than most people, right? After all he was immo-
He was undead, he was undead. That realization hit him like Manus' hand. He would go hollow, wouldn't he? After all, he had achieved his purpose, he had relinked the flame. Now what? He had to find a purpose, immediately. But first, civilization! After all, he couldn't find a purpose without civilization, right? And so he did what he did best. Walk. He walked for a long time. Days and nights passed. Every now and then he had to deal with those abyssal creatures. But it wasn't something he couldn't handle. Eventually though, he found what he had been looking for.
His eyes roamed over the sight of the massive stronghold of humanity, it matched Anor Londo in terms of size, however it wasn't nearly as glorious. However, some of those buildings looked, very strange. Far different from the type of structures he was accustomed to from all of his travels. Well, in the end civilization was civilization, so long as he could find a purpose here, he would be content. Although this also posed him a problem. Now he knew there was more at stake here than just his own life. If he went hollow here, there were innocents he could harm. This didn't sit right with him, however it would have to be a risk he was willing to take.
He walked up to the front gate, noting the armed guards In front of it, although to say that they were armed was an overstatement. They were holding these strange rectangular boxes, rather than any actual weapons.
"Welcome to the city of Vale, please show us your identification." the guard that greeted him looked like he was middle aged, and spoke like he'd rather be dead than keep doing this. Identification? What, as in, a badge? Maybe his journey would be cut short far earlier than he expected.
It seems he had been musing for longer than he thought, because the guard immediately spoke again
"you don't have any do you?" a shake of his head
" sigh Let me guess, another town fallen to the claws of the Grimm and you're the only survivor?" the guard spoke like this was a daily occurrence, was this really that common here?
" yes, my home town of Bu-"
"Fantastic, in you come" the guard interrupted his terrible attempt at trying to think of a name for his fictitious town and shoved him into the city
" we remind you that whilst you are legally allowed to keep weapons, they may only be used in self defence and not to attack others, please enjoy your stay" the gate behind him closed and the Wanderer could no longer hear the bored and deadpan voice of the guard.
That was far easier than he thought, should a city this big really be that relaxed in terms of safety? Well, first things first, if he wanted to fit in, he would have to learn as much about this world as he could. So he would have to find an archive of some kind somewhere.
As he gazed around the city, trying to find some kind of building that contained books, he also learned exactly how different this city was from any from his world. The ground was made of some kind of hard material, similar to rocks, yet different. The roads had strange yellow lines going down the Middle and strange metallic boxes on the side. The buildings that had signs, had strange letters on them, presumably the language of this world. It seems he had a lot of work to do.
Down the street there seemed to be a town square. Perhaps he could ask someone for directions , evidently the written language of this world was different, but from his conversation with the guard, the spoken language was almost identical, so he shouldn't have too many problems with communication. As he walked into the square, almost about to accost a random passer-by he felt a rumbling from under the ground. The noise only got louder and louder. Until it was almost unbearable. Then a massive explosion.
The Wanderer was knocked off his feet, and onto his back. As he got up, he saw absolute chaos the abyssal creatures had made it into the town, from a massive breach in the ground, from which a colossal metallic tube rammed it's way out, most likely being the cause of the breach.
As he watched a child come face to face with one of the abominations, his hand instinctively went to the hilt of his blade, he grit his teeth and rushed forwards, sword arm, ready to strike.
AN: HELLO AGAIN! IT'S BEEN A WHILE RIGHT? SORRY I TOOK SO LONG AND IM SORRY THE CHAPTER'S A BIT SHORT BUT I HAVE BEEN PRETTY BUSY LATELY. I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED IT, AND I'LL SEE YOU ALL, LATER!