It's been years since the mass emigrations from Lordran, the lucky few who had wandered its crags for millennia, preying upon the same game with calloused efficiency finally having all left for greater places... leaving those who were too damn lazy to get off their asses to begin with to fight one, final struggle for some goddamn potatoes.

In the fires of Hell, even the supposed Angels look like demons.

A star burns the brightest in its final moments.

Found on the floor in front of the Undead Parish altarFound on the floor in front of the Undead Parish altar Found on the floor in front of the Undead Parish altarFound on the floor in front of the Undead Parish altar Found on the floor in front of the Undead Parish altarTrade with Snuggly the Crow for a Souvenir of Reprisal WHO THE FUCK IS ZHANG FEI

Tattered banners and wilting flowers, bleaching corpses and wispy cobwebs. Whatever she was chasing after, it had long left her behind. Nothing. Just dust and echoes.