“The Untended Graves… A place where the shadows breathe, and the air is heavy with despair. As I stepped into its depths, I knew I was being watched. The silence wasn’t peaceful; it was waiting, charged with the promise of violence. And then I saw it—Vessel of Lilianne. A monstrous demon, towering and grotesque, its form wreathed in a shroud of pure darkness.
It moved with unnatural speed for something its size, and every strike it delivered was accompanied by the oppressive weight of its element—Darkness. Even my most potent spells seemed to struggle against its resilience. Every exchange was a dance of survival, my staff weaving barriers and hurling projectiles in a desperate bid to keep it at bay.
‘Resilient, aren’t you?’ I muttered as I narrowly dodged another crushing blow. But darkness isn’t immune to cunning. Timing and precision wore it down, and with a final burst of Dark Flame Cascade, it collapsed, its massive frame dissolving into the shadows it had once commanded.
I barely had time to catch my breath before I felt her presence. The air grew colder, the very ground beneath my feet seemed to recoil. Lilianne, Martyr of Londor, emerged, a spectral figure shrouded in a cruel elegance. Her form pulsed with dark magic, her very existence a challenge to mine.
She was quick—deceptively so—and her attacks were relentless. Every spell she cast seemed to cling to the air, laced with the same darkness that had empowered her Vessel. I countered with Swarm of Dregs, letting the shadows of my own creation harass and chip away at her defenses. It worked, but only just. Her movements were calculated, her magic fierce.
And then, fortune intervened. Perhaps it was a mistake on her part, or perhaps the Graves themselves turned against her, but as she pursued me up a staircase, her foot caught on the gnarled roots that coiled around the steps. She stumbled, her form wavering as the roots seemed to tighten their grip. I waited, wary of a trick, but she didn’t move.
I tilted my head, watching her struggle. ‘Really?’ I said aloud, amused. ‘I expected better.’ With her mobility compromised, the rest of the battle became… trivial. My spells rained down on her, unchallenged, until her form finally collapsed into a fading mist.
As the last traces of her presence dissipated, I felt the familiar pull of her soul—a twisted, potent fragment of her being. I reached out, claiming it as my own. Another Boss Soul for the Kindled Coliseum. Another step closer to the end.
The Untended Graves fell silent once more, their shadows retreating as if cowed. I smiled faintly, the weight of the battle lifting as I turned to leave. ‘One less obstacle,’ I murmured. ‘And so many more yet to fall.’”
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