“Ah, the Grand Archives… Once a beacon of knowledge and grandeur, now a graveyard of forgotten wisdom. As I pushed open the massive doors, the air greeted me with the scent of old dust, rotting paper, and something else—magic, heavy and cloying, like a predator lurking in the shadows. A small smirk crossed my lips. ‘This should be… entertaining,’ I thought.
The shelves towered above me, massive and crumbling, with books scattered across the floor. Some hummed faintly, their cursed magic palpable. Not mere books, but traps—promising secrets and devouring the curious. And then there were the wax basins, cold and shimmering. Dunking my head into the wax was unpleasant but necessary; it shielded my mind from the cursed tomes. Ingenious, really, though many fools had surely lost their sanity here.
As I ventured deeper, I felt its presence before I saw it: the Crystal Sage. That wretched coward. It wasted no time, launching crystalline magic from across the room and teleporting when cornered. A tedious game of cat and mouse. But I am nothing if not patient. When it finally crumbled beneath my blade, I left it as a shattered pile of wasted ambition.
The archives held more than books and Sages. Lost souls wandered aimlessly, their hollow eyes betraying their despair. Twisted little creatures leapt from the shadows, quick but manageable. The Grand Archives Scholars were another matter. Once learned men, now mad, they hurled fire and sorcery at me, their chants incoherent. Pathetic, really. I dispatched them with a mix of efficiency and disdain.
Eventually, I reached the rooftop. The cold air cut through the stillness, offering a rare view of Lothric’s vastness. But the serenity was short-lived. Gargoyles descended from above, their claws raking the air. A single Dark Flame Cascade sent one plummeting to its end, but the Bewinged Knights were tougher. Massive and armored, they fought with unnerving precision. One by one, they fell to my spells and blade.
Finally, I entered the throne room of the Twin Princes. Lothric, frail but radiating magic, sat upon his throne. Lorien, his towering elder brother, stood beside him, wielding a flaming greatsword. ‘Two against one?’ I mused, twirling my staff. ‘Ambitious.’ Lorien struck first, teleporting with terrifying speed, his blade forcing me to dodge and retaliate. Lothric, seated, rained devastating spells upon me.
Relentless. That’s the only word for them. Lorien fell first, his massive form crumpling under my assault. Desperate, Lothric crawled to his brother, attempting to revive him. ‘Not today,’ I growled, unleashing a Soul Eruption that consumed them both in violet flame. The room fell silent, their soul—intertwined and powerful—was mine.
Now, I stand here with the Twin Princes’ soul in my grasp. The end is near, but first—the garden. A wretched place, but necessary. After that, I will leave Lothric behind, its secrets and horrors laid to rest.
The road ahead is dark, but I am Ravenna Noir. Whatever awaits me will fall like the rest.”
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