The icy world of Ariandel… here, life lingers in a state of endless winter, wrapped in a blanket of frost so thick that even death feels trapped within it. Everything that crawls or clings to existence here is at the mercy of decay, decomposing into an endless expanse—a hell without hope of redemption.
I came upon a strange woman in a church, her silhouette draped in robes reminiscent of a nun. She was intense, her gaze sharp and cold, and her words even colder. She wanted nothing more than for me to leave, her impatience like a force all its own, as if my presence would unravel some delicate fabric in this bleak world.
Leaving the church, I made my way across a rickety bridge—one I thought might hold—but as I reached the midpoint, the planks gave way. I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of dark amusement; it reminded me of the bridge back in the Catacombs of Carthus. I plunged down into the depths below, landing in a snow-covered hollow, only to find a Raven Knight waiting for me. He radiated an icy stillness that seemed to chill even the surrounding air.
We fought amidst the falling snow, his blade cutting sharply through the mist, meeting the green arcs of my magic. Just as I thought I had won, a massive wolf entered the fray, its presence shrouded in an aching sorrow that pulled at my heart. With a heavy heart, I fought on, finally releasing the poor creature from its endless suffering.
A path later opened to a village, a place where souls seemed weighed down by a lifetime of pain and despair. The sorrow etched into the faces of those I passed nearly broke my heart; their suffering was woven into the very fabric of this world. After a brief walk, I came upon an abbey where I met a girl who called herself a painter. She seemed deeply entwined with this frozen realm, her eyes bright and filled with a strange warmth despite her surroundings. She told me she intended to make this world better before she would leave it. Her words lingered in my mind, a reminder that even in places of such darkness, there are souls who strive to create beauty.
In need of rest, I made a small fire from the scattered books I found, letting the gentle crackling flames offer me a moment of peace. One of my loyal servants kept watch over me as I closed my eyes, allowing myself a brief slumber in this land of frost and silence.
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