The Ringed City. Even its name feels heavy, like the burden of its endless ruins and forgotten history. It’s a place where the very air brims with power and malice, and I’ve found myself both enthralled and tested here. My dark magic—my trusted ally in countless battles—struggled against many of the denizens who walk these cursed streets. They too wield the shadow, their resistance rendering my most potent spells little more than whispers.
But where the void failed me, Mind Corruption flourished. Oh, the joy I’ve found in sowing chaos among the ranks of my enemies! There’s something endlessly satisfying about watching foes turn upon one another, their once-united forces descending into frantic bloodshed. They fight with such ferocity, as though their lives still hold meaning beyond this decayed city. But now for the good news: I’ve finally found something more becoming that suits my dark arts. A chic purple witch costume. Just because the city is rundown and falling apart doesn’t mean I have to.
At the base of the city, I stumbled into a place where the ground itself seemed tainted—flooded with a thick, black liquid that clung to my boots and slowed my movements. It wasn’t long before the Dragon Slayer Armor emerged, its massive form looming over the battlefield. Normally, I would steel myself for a long and grueling fight, but this time, I had other plans. With a flick of my wrist and a few well-placed spells, the enemies that littered the swamp turned their attention to my foe.
It was a glorious sight. The Dragon Slayer Armor, a force of unmatched power, reduced to a besieged colossus as countless creatures clawed and hacked at it. I stood back, casting the occasional spell, but for the most part, I let them do the work for me. When the armor finally fell, I stepped over the remnants, offering a mock curtsy to its shattered form.
The Ringed Knights—such formidable warriors—were no less susceptible to my charms. Their elegant, destructive blade arts turned against their brethren in a display that bordered on theatrical. I confess, I lost track of time watching their duels. It was captivating, but the endless battles cost me dearly in patience. Resources, no. I needed little effort to keep my foes at bay. But the hours wore on, and with them, so did my energy.
Eventually, I arrived at a bridge, its ancient stones bathed in the dim light of the city. A dragon waited there, massive and oppressive, its scales glinting faintly in the faint light. It wasn’t fear that stayed my hand—it was strategy. This battle could wait. To my side, I noticed an iron gate, rusted but still functional. With some effort, I opened it, revealing a shortcut back to the Ringed City Streets Bonfire.
As I returned to the warmth of the flames, I let out a quiet sigh. The shadows of this city had been my playground, and I had reveled in their chaos. But even I, Ravenna Noir, must rest. My fun will resume soon enough. For now, the streets of the Ringed City belong to the silence—and to me.
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