Ark Undead

Originally, the Immortals killed their comrades in an attempt to bury their bodies.

But under the influence of the abyss, these long-dead bodies rose once more and launched an attack on their companions.

So they closed the gates to the abyss, joined forces with themselves, and waged a dark and hopeless battle within the temple.

In this battle, no one was spared; only one warrior, unable to face the outcome, fled, losing all will to fight.

Here, the battle never ends, and death is not the end, but another beginning.

The more they fought, the more rampant the abyss became. The dead became vessels for the abyss, and the corpses of warriors were the nourishment for darkness.

Former comrades have become mortal enemies, and the still-conscious warriors do not hesitate to swing their greatswords at their former comrades.

No one knows how long they fought, but the sound of clashing weapons never ceased within the Farron Fortress.

The conscious warriors remained silent; the greatswords they brandished spoke volumes.

Until an undead person lit the three bonfires that were used to begin the initiation ceremony and pushed open the long-sealed door.

Now, very few soldiers remain conscious. And those whose pupils still glow red are still struggling to their feet.

Before the undead who had passed the trial, the undead captain once again killed his companion whose mind had been devoured by the abyss, before turning to the undead who pushed open the door and entered.

It's not that they're unwilling to pass on the torch, but rather that they have more important things to do.

They are the Lords of Cinder, the Farron Undead Legion, the watchers who guard the Abyss.

Now, they are about to meet their end, dying at the hands of the King Hunter.

But before that, what needs to be confirmed is whether this undead man in front of us, the last member of the Farron Undead Legion to pass the trial, has the ability to hunt us down and the Abyss.

Was he prepared to face the darkness after killing himself?

Should they continue to guard the abyss, or carry on their last wishes, step into the darkness, and end it all?

So he raised his greatsword at the last member of the team who had passed the trial.

He pointed the sword at the undead in front of him with his right hand, gripped the dagger tightly in his left hand and rested it on his right forearm, and bowed solemnly.

Without uttering a word, it was as if he knew everything.

As memory and reality overlapped, the warrior before the Undead raised his greatsword at him once more.

Now, the captain has broken free from the shackles of the abyss and awaits the next battle within this sacred relic.

Fortunately, he was able to face this teammate again.

This time, he no longer attacked him like a mad dog, driven mad by the Abyss's irrational form.

Instead, they bowed solemnly to him with the Undead Corps salute, requesting an equal battle.

Unlike their last meeting, this time the undead no longer remained silent.

He accepted his identity as the last member of the Undead Legion and, in the days that followed, regarded the fight against the Abyss as his responsibility.

The immortal transferred the short sword from his right hand to his left, holding it upright.

Then he took the greatsword from his back with his right hand.

They responded to the warriors before them with the same solemn Undead Legion salute.

Although the two wore different armor and used different weapons.

But they used the exact same ancient rituals.

Even the way they held their weapons was exactly the same.

This is an act of mutual respect among soldiers, a supreme form of recognition.

The immortal wanted to tell the warriors before him that he had never forgotten the responsibilities and ideals they had entrusted to him.

Even now, I haven't let go of it in the slightest.

At this moment, the spectators watching the game from the sidelines also seemed to sense the inexplicable atmosphere between them.

The previously noisy audience seats fell completely silent.

Everyone watched intently as the two warriors bowed to each other on the altar.

Melantha gripped her straight sword tightly, and Maria clutched her shield, both staring intently at the stage, not daring to blink.

The Levantine in Surtr's hand radiated a fiery heat, yet it remained as still as if asleep.

Ornstein crossed his arms, his eyes more solemn than ever before. He had certainly heard the legends of the Farron Immortals, and he roughly knew what kind of battle this was.

Here, they all disregard each other's current identities.

The captain is not a heroic spirit, and an immortal is not a hero.

It was nothing more than two noble warriors yearning for a pure struggle.

They wanted to bring a perfect end to that battle, which was filled with regrets from countless hours ago.

So, before the next gust of wind blew, the two of them moved almost simultaneously.

They all gently swung the greatswords that were originally held in front of them to their right sides.

The sword tip points towards the ground, while the legs are slightly bent and the left hand is pulled inward.

In a daze, people only saw two shadows disappear from the spot, and the next moment, the sound of weapons clashing reached their ears.

Boom!

The dull thud and the shadows that disappeared in place seemed to spiral together.

The ground was plowed with two identical dents by the two men's greatswords.

Led by the rapidly moving body, the sword tip drew a sharp beam of light upwards, colliding with the object.

The blades clashed, and the two figures separated in an instant, both leaping back a step at the same time.

The undead man turned and flipped, his right hand swirling the greatsword a full circle before pulling out his arm and slashing forward with a fierce blow.

Boom!

Another dull thud of weapons clashing rang out.

The captain responded to the Undead's attack with the exact same move as the Undead, their bodies swaying to the side simultaneously once again.

He then extended the dagger from his left hand.

The two men's left-hand daggers, like cunning vipers, emerged from completely unexpected angles, lunging forward to strike each other's chests.

Then, each side reacted in its own way.

The Undead chose to press down with his hand, blocking the captain's dagger in front of his chest, while he deftly raised his greatsword in his right hand and slashed it horizontally towards the captain's side.

At that moment, the captain also promptly withdrew his dagger and held it to his side, just enough to block the greatsword coming from the Undead Slash, while he pulled the greatsword in his right hand out from behind him.

A cloud of dust rose up along the ashes-covered ground, carrying away the scattered petals into the air.

Ding!

The undead held the short sword from Bloodthorn in his left hand, blocking it in front of him and also deflecting the captain's surprise attack.

The undead were thrown backward and flipped through the air by the force of the impact.

After adjusting its angle in the air, it landed again.

At this moment, he was pressed against the ground, with only the toes of his feet touching the ground, and his left hand was buried in the ashes.

The greatsword he held in his right hand was still held horizontally in the air beside him.

As he exerted force with his hind legs, his entire body surged forward like a ferocious giant wave.

Just as he was about to reach the captain, the short knife in his left hand, like the claws of a giant wolf, sank deep into the ground.

Using the short sword stuck in the ground in his left hand as a fulcrum, his body seemed to be flying close to the ground as he pulled the greatsword in his right hand from the far right side to the front of him.

A perfectly massive arc, like a fleeting wolf's fang, swept across the ground towards the warrior in front of him.

On the other side, the captain remained calm in the face of this slash.

He first jumped back a step, barely dodging the blade that was about to slash at his legs at the last possible distance.

Then, his body became like that of a lithe giant wolf.

He flipped his body in mid-air and gripped the very end of the greatsword hilt with his right hand.

He plunged the dagger in his left hand into the ground, spun around, and used the light and sharp greatsword to slash at the incoming blade.

The blades collided, causing both men to momentarily freeze, then using each other's momentum to turn around.

The left hand holding the dagger adjusted its position, and the two of them were suspended in mid-air, relying solely on the last bit of force as the starting point.

Using his left hand, which was gripping the dagger, as the central axis, he spun around once, then, close to the ground, slashed at his opponent with the greatsword in his right hand.

Two perfect arcs intersected, and the sound of steel colliding exploded.

The Undead was the first to react; he immediately pulled the dagger from the ground after the collision.

He gripped the dagger tightly in his left hand, threw a punch at the ground, and then jumped up, his legs firmly planted on the ground.

With its chest facing the sky, the undead leaped into the air like a giant wolf.

He dragged the giant sword under his body with his right hand, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the ground, and then suddenly exerted force, turning the giant sword around and slashing it over his head.

Using the force of gravity as he fell through the air, he adjusted his landing point, pulled his greatsword forward, and slashed down at the captain who was still on the ground!

The captain, who was a step slower than the immortal, did not choose to respond with the same move as the immortal, but instead propped himself up from the ground.

Faced with the downward slash, he pressed his legs down and then took a step forward.

Holding the sword hilt with both hands, he pulls the hilt from his right side to the top of his head on the left, facing the undead's downward slash head-on.

Unexpectedly, the two greatswords were not locked together. Under the Undead's downward slash and the Captain's horizontal pull, the blades rubbed against each other.

The clanging of steel was sickening, accompanied by a massive amount of sparks spreading outwards from the point of contact.

The captain continued to swing his greatsword backward.

Relax your body, and after blocking the Undead's downward slash, use the momentum of the greatsword's turn to slightly exert force with your legs.

She flipped backwards and landed steadily.

In the end, the captain successfully neutralized the Undead's slash, and the two once again widened the distance between them by several body lengths.

The first exchange began with the two rapidly advancing, culminating in the Undead's aerial backflip slash and the Captain's sweeping slash followed by a jump.