The Moonlight Realm… Even its name carries a strange beauty, doesn’t it? But beauty here is a lie, a veneer masking the dangers that lie within. This place—its streets, its bridges, its silence—feels like Irithyll, yet it’s not. The sky is a sea of violet, with a massive moon hanging low, casting an ethereal glow over the world. It feels like a dream, one you cannot wake from.
I walked those familiar, unfamiliar streets, the echoes of my footsteps swallowed by the unnatural quiet. There was no one, nothing. Just the oppressive weight of the moonlight bearing down on me. But I knew this peace wouldn’t last. It never does.
At the heart of this twisted, moonlit city was the cathedral. Its massive doors loomed over me, their surface adorned with intricate carvings of what must have been a once-proud faith. The faint hum of magic emanated from within, pulling me forward. I pushed the doors open, their heavy creak reverberating through the stillness.
And there he was—Pontiff Sulyvahn. A figure of raw power and arrogance, his twin blades shimmering with light and flame. He stood at the far end of the cathedral, his head bowed slightly, as if in prayer. But I knew better. The moment I stepped into the hall, his head lifted, and his eyes burned with a malevolence that could only be described as divine.
‘Welcome,’ he said, his voice a deep, echoing growl. ‘You will not leave this place alive.’
The first clash was ferocious. His twin swords moved with terrifying speed, weaving arcs of light and fire through the air. His magic created a phantom double of himself, a twisted mirror that echoed his every move. It was as though I was fighting two foes at once.
I fought hard, casting Dark Flame Cascade to break his assault, but his aggression was overwhelming. His blades carved through the air like a storm, and I fell. My vision faded to black, and I knew I had underestimated him.
But death is never the end, is it?
I returned, more determined, more cautious. This time, I kept my distance, weaving around his attacks, letting his own arrogance be his undoing. Swarm of Dregs harried him, forcing him to divide his attention. His phantom was a nuisance, but I struck it down whenever it dared to come close.
The battle raged on, his relentless strikes clashing with my magic. I could feel myself tiring, but so was he. Every attack of his grew slower, sloppier. And then, the moment came. With a flick of my staff, I summoned Soul Eruption, the violet flames engulfing him in their wrath.
He fell to his knees, his blades slipping from his grasp, their light dimming. I approached, standing over him as the last flicker of life left his body.
‘Your faith was misplaced,’ I said softly, taking his soul into my hand. It pulsed with power, a reminder of the strength he once held.
Now, the Moonlight Realm lies silent once more. The cathedral is empty, its echoes fading into nothingness. There is only one step left, one final battle.
The Soul of Cinder waits for me. The culmination of all that has come before, the embodiment of the fire I have sought to master. This is what it has all led to. The end is near, and with it, my destiny.
The moon still hangs heavy in the sky as I prepare myself. One last battle. One last soul to claim. And then… we shall see what lies beyond the flame.
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