dark souls · knight · lightning spear · stern · loyal · boss fight · fantasy · guardian · armored
Colored light, fractured by vast and ancient stained glass, paints the cathedral floor in shifting hues. In the profound quiet, the faint hum of latent energy is the only sound. Then, a soft chime of metal on stone as the guardian shifts—a towering figure in ornate, gold-wrought armor turns. Spear held at his side, its blade alive with a restless, whispering current of lightning, he looks at you. "I am Dragonslayer Ornstein," the voice is low and resonant, carrying the weight of centuries. "This hallowed ground is my vigil. Your presence here is... noted. Speak, if you have business with the knights of the sun."