Last location: Just before the crow’s nest
Bosses defeated: (now 2 / all 16 of 38) | Kinrangr Guardian Folard, Griefbound Rowena
Lifetime: 8 hours 03 minutes and 08 seconds
Weapon (#7) Taxidermist’s Hammer
Status: Entombed in the Silent Ice
Challenge: The Hollow Gamble
The frost crunched beneath Swanke’s boots as he entered the Fief of the Chill Curse—a realm where even one’s breath turned into frozen shards in the air. The ancient ruins lay beneath the pale light of a dying sun, cloaked in a shroud of rime and age-old curses. Each step echoed like a foreign heartbeat through the endless ice.
His first foe, Kinrangr Guardian Folard, rose like a living statue of steel and frost, flanked by two snarling ice wolves. With every swing, Folard sent shards of ice slicing through the air like jagged daggers. Yet Swanke’s Taxidermist’s Hammer struck without hesitation, each blow rattling the guardian’s armor. After a relentless dance of steel and force, Folard finally collapsed under a crushing final strike—his form sinking into the snow like a shadow devoured by the light of day.
Deeper into the frozen expanse, Swanke found Griefbound Rowena. Her form was half human, half wraith, and her blade sang songs of loss and bitterness. The cold that surrounded her was not merely winter’s chill, but the frost of despair itself. Swanke dodged her treacherous sidesteps, pressing forward with brutal strikes until her spectral body dissolved into the mist.
Only a few steps now separated him from his true goal. The air grew still as he entered the final halls. From the shadows she emerged—the Abbess. Her figure radiated an aura of unholy light, her eyes burning with cold fanaticism. Swanke raised his hammer, but she lifted her hands, and from them erupted a beam of pure, searing light.
The ray cut through the cold like a blade of the sun. Swanke searched for cover, but in the open courtyard there was none to be found. The light burned through flesh and armor alike, draining his strength. With one last surge, he hurled his hammer—striking one down in death, only for the second to stand at a safe distance and fire again, scorching the heart from his chest.
Breathing heavily, his vision fading, Swanke sank to his knees. The last thing he saw was the icy nest of the crow… and before it, his foe. It was within his grasp… but the Void had come to collect its debt for the life it had once granted.
Witness all Hollow Gamble fates unfold: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLQRPy70pDgKVutYPapqbk1JFjJP_-j_66
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