[h3]Industrial Ward, Southeastern Yharnam[/h3]
With Ophelia taking the lead and Farren, Gerlinde and Torquil following close behind, the party of Hunters sped up their pace and charged along the street into the obscuring, polluted streets of the Industrial Ward. The street was predictably empty just as it had been during their first visit there, and passed the lantern they had already lit there shortly before they reached the square that had been their end of their first excursion into the area without incident. They found this place mostly unchanged, too, with the carcasses of both the lesser scourge beasts and the cleric beast right where they had left them. The only real change, if they even noticed, seemed to be that their eyes had been removed, the cause of which was not at all hard to determine as they could plainly hear the sound of fleeing corvids partaking of the carrion as they approached.
As they passed the square they were met by the only other living creature they had seen since entering the Industrial Ward: a beautiful, graceful pure-white horse, galloping past them to escape northward, its eyes wild with fear. Not only were its hooves clad in horseshoes and its mane long and well-groomed, but the creature was also saddled and bridled and was clearly meant for being ridden.
Farren stopped just long enough to check the horse for anything useful, but would swiftly determine that it had no bags and nothing notable on it besides its saddle and bridle. That being said, it [I]was[/I] a quite impressive saddle; pale, bleached leather stitched and decorated with silver, with marked with the two Caryll Runes that Ophelia would remember having seen on the banners in Dietrich's office.

They ran past this abandoned battlefield just as they heard another harrowing shriek, even louder than the first; so loud, in fact, that they would only hear the first couple of seconds of the cry before the sound of it faded... along with that of everything else, replaced by a single high-pitched tone. It only took their enhanced Hunter-bodies a second or so to regenerate their eardrums and restore their hearing, barely impacting their regenerative potential. But the fact that the beast's cries were this loud when they were still this far away would likely be quite alarming, given that it was not hard for most people to determine that sound decreased exponentially in volume over distance. They could only imagine how destructive these cries would be in close vicinity to the source.
They only had to run for about thirty seconds or so further south past the square with the cleric beast before they came upon a part of the street that bore the same marks of a battlefield... only even worse. Huge swathes of cobblestone had been torn up and scattered, enormous clawmarks were carved into the ground and the sides of buildings alike, and one of the structures at the side of the road even appeared to be partially collapsed, as if something colossal and extremely heavy had crashed into it. And all around among the destruction were spatters of blood and massive black feathers.

A little further, and came upon a haggard figure half-sitting on a large piece of rubble and half-leaning on his bloodstained unique, slender two-handed sword, its tip plunged into the ground, his left hand on its crossguard and his right on its pommel. He would be far from regal under all the gore and with how thoroughly his once-impressive garb had been shredded, but even so Ophelia in particular would certainly be able to easily recognize Dietrich of the Shining Wing.
Though he was practically covered in blood from head to toe, the man himself appeared to be unhurt at the moment, likely due to the pair of empty blood vials at his feet.
He looked up as they approached, his movements exhausted but wary, and cracked a smile as soon as he spotted Ophelia's easily recognizable form.