Enduring trials has a tendency to bring comrades closer together, and reveal intimate parts of people you wouldn't have seen otherwise - and maybe that they wouldn't have seen themselves, either. When Solaire first told me he was seeking his own sun, I couldn't help but think he was a little strange. I didn't understand… until I did. (Solaire-centered story, Chosen Undead POV)

"L-listen… hear me…!" the Abysswalker cried as I struggled fruitlessly. But somewhere in grotesque, tortured layers composing the sounds, I heard what must have been his true voice. "Please warrior, I beg thee…" Slowly I wrapped my mind around the possibility this moment could turn out differently than a nightmare. Something was different. I took a shaky breath. "Knight Artorias?"

"My sincerest greetings to thee. I am Artorias, knight of Lord Gwyn. I've come to aid Oolacile." An intimate glimpse into Artorias's journey, his encounter with Sif, and his descent into corruption as he challenges the abyss, a place where even the best lie exposed. Or perhaps it is the best, the most pure, that were always vulnerable. After all, bright light casts a dark shadow...