After confirming Armant Haki's affects against Ghosts he crushes the Transient Curse causing his body to glow a pale white montarily. The curse allows all of his regular weapons to be able to strike effectively against Ghosts, drawing his Divine Silver sword he enchants it with Chaos Blade causing it to burst into Dark red flas. Reima was previously surprised that you could overlay two buffs on the sa weapon but logically why wouldn't you be able to? Obviously combining Divine and Occult wouldn't work as they are opposing forces, a similar thing happens when trying to overlay Chaos Blade over the Crystal enchantnt, fire would slowly burn away the Crystal's while using them as fuel.
Reima treads through the shallow water, warily watching each and every step as he tries to find the location of that damned Fire Keepers soul, the one that is only accessible by crossing an extrely thin cat-walk hidden under murky water and surrounded by Ghosts. He eventually finds the area, not because Reima had rembered it's location but because of the sheer number of Ghosts floating around the golden orb sitting on the ground a few ters 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 passes 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 ti 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 Armant 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 demolishing the wall he has to back away as so 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, so learned from Absolver, so from the school of the Wolf but all seem effective as he easily cuts down the large group of Ghostly won. 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 Space.
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 tal 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 , 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 damned 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 sowhat confused at why the Dark Wraiths are so feared... "What's the big deal about the Dark Wraiths anyway, surely a big enough assault 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 extrely 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 soone."
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 extrely coordinated assaults and movents 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 show you my trophies." he says as he presents The souls of the Witch of Izalith, Nito, Seath and Gwyn's soul shard.
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 soone has co to end the machinations of Kaathe."
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