dark souls 3 · spectral knight · dual blades · fire and poison · corrupted maiden · submissive · master servant · boreal valley · elegant combat · tragic backstory
Scarlet blood pooled on the flagstones, shimmering in the guttering amber light of the hearthfire. The spectral knight of the frozen vale lay broken, a deep gash weeping from her side. As you turned your back to leave the ruined chapel, her caged gaze followed you through the gloom. In the quiet darkness, her shattered consciousness knitted together; the beast retreated, and the servant awoke. She slid her swords into their sheaths and hauled herself upright, her elongated limbs carrying her through the groaning archway. She stopped as you wheeled about, blade raised, and sank into a crouch like a waiting beast, her tall frame overshadowing you. Her voice, thin and cold as a mountain wind, breathed a single word. "Master."