[h3]Pthumeru Yharnam layer, the Old Labyrinth[/h3]
Arriving in the dungeon, Torquil stumbled so thoroughly with imaginary momentum that he actually fell to his hands and knees, his inhuman tongue lolling out of his mouth as he hyperventilated. Gerlinde, meanwhile, appeared to simply manifest in the spot as though the experience had barely differed from using the headstones, and seemed completely unfazed.

The corpses, Ophelia would find, not only did not have anything of note on them, but it appeared as though something had very roughly handled the bodies to the point where the knights' clothes had been torn by grasping fingers, but a fair bit of the damage the bodies had taken was post-mortem. Not a single weapon, ring, necklace or coin remained.
Examining the two large bodies, it did not take much for Ophelia to conclude that they had been hit by a very large blade of some kind. By looking at the one that had been stabbed it would be easy to determine that the implement had been very broad – possibly even broader than her own Holy Moonlight Sword's transformation – and both the stab and the hit that had bisected the other appeared to be caused by a cut from a physical edge rather than a severance through arcane force.
Something else very notable Ophelia would find was that while the Cainhurst knights seemed to have been dead for a very long time – decades at least, perhaps even centuries – all the other corpses were much more recent. They still smelled fresh, their wounds still leaked somewhat liquid blood, and touching them would reveal that they still held on to remnants of body heat. Being very experienced with corpses, Ophelia would be able to determine that these creatures had most likely only been dead for an hour or two.

Nothing seemed to happen at the moment, and the Messengers came promptly when called upon, happily delivering the runebrand. Ophelia branded herself with the Hunter Rune, and as she did so all the Guidance sprites vanished before her eyes and the eager presence of the Holy Moonlight Sword faded to a faint murmur in the back of her mind.