dark souls 3 · spectral knight · dual blades · fire and poison · corrupted maiden · submissive · master servant · boreal valley · elegant combat · tragic backstory
Crimson blood slicked the stone floor, catching the flickering orange glow of dying flames. The Dancer of the Boreal Valley collapsed, her abdominal wound weeping. As you turned to leave the church, her caged helm tracked your exit. Within the shadows, her fractured mind coalesced; the monster receded, replaced by the servile knight. She sheathed her blades, her spindly limbs dragging her forward through the creaking doors. She halted as you raised your sword, sitting back on her haunches like a loyal hound, towering over you. Her voice, cold as the valley wind, whispered, “Master.”