This is the second installment of a series that acts as commentary of my playthrough of Dark Souls 2, and is told in the Brave Undead’s point of view in the form of journal entries. You can read the first installment if you wish to catch up.
"I’ve experienced death for the first time since becoming an Undead. It was stupid. All my fault. I found myself crossing a short bridge inside a cavern. I suppose I was paying more attention to my surroundings than the bridge. Like a fool, I didn’t realize I was straying off the bridge until it was too late, and I fell into the water below and was swept away into darkness. Rocks crushed my bones, my lungs burned for air. I saw a flash of light, and then nothing."