El Kloppo trudges through the foul swamp of Farron Keep, dark clouds hanging low overhead, and the stench of decay clings to the air like an unwelcome shroud. Each step through the muddy mire squelches with a sickening sound, and the dense fog seems to slow his movements.
“What a godforsaken dump,” El Kloppo mutters under his breath, his fists clenched tight around the worn leather of his Caestus. “Nothing worth finding here except the usual death and rot. But I’m used to that.” His eyes scan the crumbling walls and the rotting corpses strewn about the swamp. Nothing that truly excites him.
The foul marsh tries to swallow him in its deceitful stillness, but El Kloppo has no time for moments of reflection. He doesn’t fight for glory or honor – he fights because his fists demand it. And this place? This vile, death-ridden cesspool has already bored him. The only real highlight are the Abyss Watchers, whom he’ll soon beat into dust with his bare hands. A smug grin twitches at the corner of his lips as he imagines the sound of their bones breaking under his punches.
“But honestly, after that, it’s time to leave,” he growls. “Out of this swamp and into the Catacombs of Carthus. At least there’s something to do down there. But Irithyll…” A cold gleam flashes in his eyes, the thought of Irithyll stirs his blood. The frozen streets, the biting wind, the mystical darkness – that’s a challenge El Kloppo looks forward to. There, a real fight awaits. One he’ll savor with the bone-crushing force of his fists.
“So, enough of this swamp,” he grumbles, clenching his fists. “There’s still plenty left to smash.”
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