The terrain had long been terraformed by the sheer might of the battle being waged!
Never in their lives had the Bloodborne imagined humans could fight them to this stage, even after being outnumbered.
They felt shame, and a deep budding fear. Were all humans like this?
How many were the humans? Akin to grains of sand on the earth, they knew this well, as humans had been their food source for eons — and yet these beings never went extinct.
They had outstanding reproductivity, multiplying in just a few years if given the chance.
And that chance the humans had. For the past millennium or so, humans had been given the opportunity to grow as uncontested hegemons of the earth.
By now, how numerous would they be? If even half were as powerful and talented as this bunch… would they and the other races even have a chance?
Not to mention, humans had by some miracle ignited their racial lamp.
The more they thought of this, the more chills sank down their spines.
