We traveled through time together, but I'm the only dragon? The others are all beautiful girls?

Her petite figure drew a precise arc in mid-air, aiming directly at the demon's thick, house-pillar-like heels, launching a second swift and powerful downward thrust!

However, the demon's skin was far thicker and tougher than imagined. This attack merely left a minor, insignificant wound on its rough surface.

Seeing that her attack had failed, Eleanor did not linger in the fight. She retreated swiftly like a cheetah in the jungle, putting distance between herself and the enraged, berserk demon.

The Undead Asylum demon had also reacted by now. Its eyes flashed with an even more ferocious light, and the demon hammer in its hand slammed down on the spot where Eleanor had been standing with a whooshing sound as it tore through the air!

"boom--!"

The stone mallet struck the ground with a deafening roar. The hard stone slab shattered instantly, like a fragile spiderweb, leaving a shocking crater.

If it weren't for the ancient power originating from the 'miracle' still maintaining the structure of this building, this attack would probably have already completely collapsed the ground, exposing the even deeper basement of the pilgrimage hall—where another Undead Asylum demon of the same size resides.

Eleanor's combat prowess was indeed as she had previously stated, meeting the standards of an elite knight of the kingdom.

Although she is worlds apart from Akalia and Artoria, she is far more powerful than Luminous, who is still sealed by the Keeper of Heaven's Law.

During a dodge, she was accidentally struck in the shoulder by a flying stone from an attack by a demon from the Undead Asylum. The excruciating pain seemed to ignite a long-dormant flame deep within her soul, making her movements not only unhindered but also increasingly swift and efficient.

Those memories of past training and her own fighting instincts are now fully awakening in the deepest part of her soul, driving her body, which has long been accustomed to decay, to dance gracefully on the edge of life and death.

"Great...that's the feeling..."

Eleanor's lips curved into that stiff, grotesque smile once more. But this time, that smile held a chilling coldness. She could clearly feel her heart, dormant for who knows how long, pounding violently in her chest, hot blood surging again in her dried-up veins. She felt herself—completely—come alive!

Every time the Undead Asylum demon swung its demon hammer, it carried a roaring wind powerful enough to twist and tear steel apart; every heavy stomp of its hammer caused the entire pilgrimage hall to tremble.

Each of its attacks contained a power powerful enough to kill her instantly.

But the wound on its shoulder blade made its already inflexible body appear somewhat clumsy at this moment.

As a result, Eleanor was always able to anticipate and arrive at an absolutely safe area at the same time as its seemingly ferocious attacks were launched, thanks to her precise grasp of the rhythm of the battle.

Furthermore, in the gaps between her dodges, her straight sword would always leave clearly visible wounds on the demon's thick skin, like the fangs of a viper.

Foul-smelling, dark red blood gushed out like streams from the ever-growing wounds, pooling on the ground into nauseating pools of blood.

As the amount of blood loss increased, the attacks of the Undead Asylum Demon became increasingly sluggish and weak.

Finally, after another fierce attack missed its target, the Undead Asylum Demon's movements faltered by a tiny, almost negligible, yet fatally punctured moment in this battle!

It's now!

A blood-red light suddenly shone from the depths of Eleanor's eye sockets.

Her body suddenly burst forth like a spring compressed to its limit, and the straight sword in her hand transformed into a silver lightning bolt, carrying an unwavering determination, directly launching a fatal thrust towards the huge wound that had already been torn open by her continuous attacks!

"Die!"

Accompanied by a shout from the deepest part of her soul, as if embodying all the hatred and resentment she had felt since being imprisoned in the Undead Asylum, the straight sword that had drunk its fill of demon blood in this battle...

Deeper and more deadly than before, Eleanor plunged almost the entire blade into the demon's body!

She didn't stop walking. Instead, using the momentum of her forward movement, she suddenly exerted force with her arm and slashed the straight sword along the previous wound, creating a shockingly huge gash!

A torrent of blood, ruptured intestines, and various indescribable internal organs, exuding a strong, foul stench, gushed from the massive wound like a burst dam, instantly staining half of Eleanor's body crimson.

Without the slightest hesitation, she abandoned the straight sword that was already deeply embedded in the demon's body, grabbed the demon's slippery intestines with lightning speed, and then, with all her might, ran madly in the direction away from the demon!

"Uh...uh..."

The Undead Asylum Demon's enormous body, like a giant whose skeleton had been instantly removed, had lost all the power that supported its existence. Its crimson eyes, burning with chaotic rage, dimmed rapidly at a visible speed, eventually turning into two empty, lifeless points of ash.

Immediately afterwards, the enormous body rapidly transformed into countless tiny white specks of light, rising gently before finally dissipating into the deathly still air. Only a small black crystal, shimmering with a dim light, [Humanity], remained, along with an ancient, rusty key and its weapon—the Demon Hammer.

Eleanor won.

However, her current fighting style—the scene of her running a marathon in the courtyard while grabbing the enemy's intestines—was simply too brutal and bloody.

Even in Yharnam from Bloodborne, he would probably be enough to make the most experienced hunters take notice.

Akalion, however, was not particularly averse to it.

In his view, this was not a human being, and did not even have a basic human form. Even before he transmigrated and became a dragon, killing chickens and sheep and emptying their soft internal organs was a fairly effective way for him to relieve stress.

This means that Eleanor's pressure... Akalion took a deep breath; he had no way to solve it now, at most he could only alleviate it.

After all, the world of Dark Souls is far less wonderful than Teyvat, and Eleanor now has nothing left but 'me,' yet she once possessed...

This sense of loss will become especially acute after she escapes her prison.

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: Chapter 27. Heading to Rodland

In the game, the higher the Humanity stat, the higher the physical defense and all resistances, and the better the Chaos attribute weapons and treasure hunting ability, but the maximum bonus is reached at 10 Humanity.

Furthermore, you can only use campfires to [add points] and [ignite fire] after arriving in Rodoran.

In reality...

Bathed in the flickering orange glow of the campfire, Eleanor crushed the Humanity Token in her hand. She could feel an energy increasing her physical abilities; though weak, it was real and tangible, which was particularly exhilarating.

This is a passive effect brought about by [Humanity]. Currently, Eleanor is not qualified to use the true power of [Humanity] – the Dark Lord's Soul Shard. Its greatest effect on her is to use the campfire to help her return to being a normal person.

Eleanor poured all the humanity within her, along with the unclaimed souls she had gathered from the Undead Asylum, into the bonfire before her.

Unlike Dark Souls 2 and Dark Souls 3, the undead in Dark Souls 1 do not need to come into contact with the Fire Keeper's darkness. They can simply consume souls in front of a bonfire to strengthen themselves. The reason is probably that the undead in Dark Souls 1 still possessed "humanity," which is the fragment of the Dark Lord's soul, something that has been lost in later versions.

As the soul and humanity connect with the campfire, that is, in the darkness within the Dark Ring.

In an instant, Eleanor's terrifying undead appearance quickly faded, and humanity filled her dry skin, restoring it to a fair and delicate white like fresh snow, shining with a healthy and soft glow.

Her long, silvery-white hair, which had become dry and disheveled from her long imprisonment, had now regained its smoothness and luster, like moonlight scattered on the ground. It was now casually draped over her shoulders, swaying gently in the heat of the campfire.

Those dry, faintly red eyes have now regained their bright and vibrant color, befitting a living person.

The large number of unclaimed souls gave her a comprehensive boost to her physical strength—unlike in the game, Eleanor couldn't see her attribute values ​​being targeted for enhancement in reality.

Even so, her combat ability reached about one-fortieth of Akalion's strength in that instant, which was much better than in the game where even if the stats were enhanced to nine times the original, the sword-swinging speed was still almost the same.

Eleanor can now easily deal with the Undead Asylum demons head-on without needing to launch an aerial attack.

This also shows that Lordland's combat strength is definitely more exaggerated than in the game, but Eleanor has no sense of crisis at all. Instead, she looks at the endless mountains from the edge of the cliff and complains:

"Why hasn't that giant raven come to guide me yet?"

She's immortal! People die when they're killed, but immortals don't die!

Moreover, she can absorb souls to quickly strengthen herself, so why would she feel threatened?

Eleanor turned and sat on the cliff steps. Her face, which had regained its beauty, was now filled with deep frustration and confusion.

"I have already defeated the demons of the Undead Asylum, and even wiped out all the mindless undead in the Undead Asylum."

This is the end of the Undead Asylum. In the game, after defeating the Undead Asylum demons and following the advice left by the wax stone, players will be taken to Lordland by a giant raven after advancing to the end of the cliff steps.

"Hmm, perhaps... it's because of me?"

Akalion's massive dragon body lay prostrate at the foot of the stone steps like a small mountain, his gaze passing through Eleanor and looking towards the endless mountain range in the distance.

The gods seized control of the world by destroying the ancient dragons, so they would never allow the ancient dragons' power to get involved in the millennia-long plan concerning the Primordial Flame and the King's Soul.

What if the immortal ancient dragons make a comeback because of this?

Although Akalion is not an immortal ancient dragon with four legs and four wings in this world, he has the same appearance as the strongest immortal ancient dragon, the Calamity Dragon Karamit, with four legs and two wings. In addition, his unique dark gray scales, which are somewhere between metal and crystal, make him quite similar.

"Let me fly you there."

Akalion's massive dragon body trembled slightly, and a strange light flashed across his dark gray scales. He spread his broad dragon wings, gesturing for Eleanor to climb onto his back from the edge of the wings.

As long as we don't fly directly to the city of the gods—Arnorrond—there shouldn't be any problems.

After all, even the two-legged red dragon Helket, which was perched on the bridge of Undead Town outside the city, or the Gluttonous Demon Dragon lurking deep in the sewers, or the blue-gray dragon in Dragon Canyon, did not attract the active targeted elimination of those gods.

"No, there's no bird's nest here... there isn't one here either!"

Eleanor seemed not to hear Akalion's words at all. Her bright red eyes, which were now shining with a strange obsession, were fixed on Akalion, as if she wanted to find an answer to everything that was happening in his inhuman pupils.

"Perhaps... perhaps we've come to the wrong place! This Undead Asylum is much bigger than the one in the game. How about... we explore it more thoroughly?"

The wavering in her voice was almost palpable.

"Wait a minute, wait a little longer before you take me to Rhodesland."

"...Did you hesitate?"

Akalion's calm voice precisely struck at Eleanor's true intentions behind her words. As a fellow 'Blue Heir,' he naturally knew what 'I' was thinking.

"If you want to go back to your long-lost kingdom and see it for yourself, if you want to confirm the 'end' that you foresaw, just say it. There's no need to say these meaningless things to deceive 'me,' or rather, to deceive yourself."

"No!"

The instant Akalion finished speaking, Eleanor shook her head almost reflexively, her long, silvery-white hair fluttering like the wings of a startled bird. Her voice was sharp, as if she were trying to convince herself, rather than answer Akalion's question.

"Even if we go back... even if we find that homeland that has long since turned into ruins... what's the point? What's gone has already been swallowed up by the torrent of time and can never be brought back."

“But your expression tells a different story.” Akalion lowered his dragon head, his chin resting lightly on the cold stone steps. His deep gray vertical pupils gazed up at Eleanor, who stood on the steps. She was still pretending. “I can’t make you not miss your home and your parents, because if I were in your shoes, I wouldn’t be able to accept this damn reality either.”

"All I can tell you is—don't be afraid of being alone, you still have 'me', and you have everyone."

"..." Eleanor silently looked around, her gaze sweeping over the real environment that was similar to the "game scene" that had been repeated countless times in her memory, yet had countless subtle differences in details.

"Perhaps the bird's nest where you can exchange items is just an Easter egg in the game."

The cliff's outline roughly matches the scene in the game, but its actual size is far larger than that in the game.

The number of weathered tombstones scattered on this cliff far exceeded her expectations, densely packed like a lush forest, stretching to the horizon.

During the height of the Age of Fire, the Northern Undead Asylum was not yet called that, nor was it a prison for the undead. It was the starting point for countless mortals and heroes to make pilgrimages to Lordran, a great holy site that carried endless faith and glory.

Many renowned kings and heroes chose to bury their remains here at the end of their lives, hoping to receive a sliver of divine grace from the abode of the gods.

These silent stone tablets are the last proof that they once existed, but the names, family crests, and titles of those once illustrious deceased have long been eroded by the relentless passage of time, leaving only faint outlines for later generations to remember.

Looking back now, I realize I was too optimistic when I first got out of prison.

Let alone the cold tombstones of my parents, I'm afraid even the bricks and tiles of that once glorious kingdom have been completely forgotten by the ceaseless river of time, and not a trace of its existence can be found again.

Eleanor slowly raised her fair and slender hands, which had returned to normal, and stared blankly at the clearly visible lines on her palms.

Since using her humanity to restore her living body, her emotions have become somewhat uncontrollable, surging violently within her chest like turbulent waves.

Is this a side effect of human nature, or is it that this body, now back to normal, has made it difficult for her to control the emotions that were already buried deep in her heart?

The answer is obvious.

She took a deep breath. The cold, thin air, carrying the unique scent of decay and despair characteristic of the Undead Asylum, pierced her lungs, making her consciousness, which had become somewhat hazy due to her return to normalcy, clear and heavy again.

"I--"

All the words I wanted to say ended up stuck in my throat.

She couldn't utter a single word.

"Alright, stop dawdling."

Akalion chose to help 'me' make a choice. His massive dragon head suddenly lowered, and with a nimble and gentle movement that was inconsistent with his enormous size, he used his barbed tongue to lift Eleanor's petite body and then placed it steadily on his broad back.

"Come up!"

"—"

Eleanor didn't know what to do. She subconsciously stretched out her slender finger, gently dipped it in a trace of Akalion's saliva that remained on her body, and put it directly into her mouth.

"Your saliva—it's a little sweet, just like in the dark space, except it has a faint laurel scent."

"..."

Akalion knew that 'I' was trying to distract myself, so he didn't respond. Instead, he suddenly flapped his wings and his massive body shot into the sky like a black lightning bolt, flying rapidly towards Lordland.

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: Chapter 28. Research on Transmigration

"Wow!"

Watching the scene beneath her receding rapidly like a tidal wave, Eleanor's bright red eyes gleamed with excitement. She quickly patted his back and asked loudly with curiosity:

"Why can it fly so fast, yet I feel no wind at all?"

"I possess a unique force field within me, similar to Superman's 'bio-force field.' It can help me—"

"call!"

Before he could finish speaking, Eleanor, as if granted some kind of permission, let out a joyful whistle and, without warning, leaped straight off his back into the abyss below!

Akalion's massive dragon body suddenly paused. He immediately turned his head around with an agility far exceeding his previous flight speed, and at the critical moment, he used the softest part of his tongue to catch Eleanor, who was falling rapidly.