Fellown has become a force of nature. In Lothric, both the Hollows and the undead whisper his name, and even the great foes pause when they hear his steps. But now, with battles and challenges offering him little distraction, he finds more space for thoughts of existence – a thought as hollow and oppressive as the halls through which he walks.
His path led him to the Grand Archives. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for here, driven only by an unrelenting feeling, something gnawing within that even the darkness cannot quiet. So many books, left to gather dust, hardly worth a glance. Whatever once held value here has long since been plundered. And as he drifted higher, curiosity faded, barely strong enough to push him to the next corner. Magic, yes, endless arcane knowledge, but none of it stirs him deeply.
Behind him, Rüdiger feasts on the remains of those whom Fellown’s death magic spared only temporarily, a last flicker of life in an endless tide of decay. At last, Fellown came to a great door… the Prince of Lothric awaited, or whatever was left of him. And this prince? Worthless, a hollow shell, consumed by a hunger he could never fulfill. Gazing down at that fragile figure, Fellown wondered – was he, too, just a hollow shell? A nothingness, with a touch more power? And in the end, where would that power lead him?
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