The path to Farron Keep was one of decay and despair. The swamps reeked of rot, filled with creatures too stubborn to realize they should already be dead. But before descending into the brackish waters, I crossed a ruined bridge—a fragment of a shattered world, teetering on the edge of oblivion.
Atop the crumbling structure, a Stray Demon stood guard. A towering figure of ash and stone, its molten eyes burned with ancient fury. Each strike of its massive fists sent tremors through the earth, threatening to send me plummeting into the abyss below. Its ashen breath scorched the air, but I am no stranger to death’s embrace. My whip lashed at the cracks in its stony flesh, and my smoldering iron seared deep into its body. With a deafening groan, the demon crumbled into rubble, its once-mighty form reduced to lifeless ash. I left its remains to the wind and ventured onward into the mire below.
Farron Keep greeted me with a stench of decay—rotting bodies and stagnant water thickened the air. Every step through the swamp was a battle, the thick mud clinging to me like a desperate prisoner. Grotesque creatures emerged from the filth, their twisted forms embodying the despair of this forsaken land. Yet they were merely distractions, fleeting obstacles on my path to greater prey.
Deep within the swamps, I reached the heart of this corrupted land: the Abyss Watchers’ stronghold. The air was heavy with blood and ash, and their lair reeked of a relentless, simmering rage. The Watchers moved like phantoms, each strike swift and deliberate, their unity unbroken even in death. They rose again and again, as if bound eternally to their oath to the Abyss.
My weapons, so often instruments of control and suffering, found little purchase here. My whip barely scratched their relentless forms, and my smoldering iron, the bane of so many foes, struggled to pierce their defenses. Each encounter was a battle of attrition, testing my patience and precision. But even shadows have weaknesses, and with every exchange, I edged closer to victory.
Finally, their leader fell. The oppressive silence that followed was almost deafening. The Abyss retreated, its hold over this place broken. I claimed their soul—my first Lord Soul. Its weight in my hands was both a triumph and a curse, a reminder of the battles yet to come.
Farron Keep, its horrors subdued, now lies behind me. But the darkness I faced here was only the beginning. With the soul of the Abyss Watchers in my possession, I turned my gaze to my next destination: the Cathedral of the Deep. My journey is far from over, and the fire within me burns ever brighter.
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