"They'd have us seek the Lords of Cinder and return them to their moulding thrones. But we're talking true legends with the mettle to link the fire. We're not fit to lick their boots. Don't you think?"
Just as the crestfallen warrior in the Firelink Shrine said, many nameless people without past or future crawled out from their tombs. One day, they might silently turn into deserted corpses on their way and never regain their senses again.
Death was their eternal companion.
Gundyr, Vordt of the Boreal Valley, the stinky and poisonous swamp in Farron Keep, the omnipresent basilisks that could cast curses and cause instant death, and the most ancient dark wraiths…
All players, regardless if they were newbies or veterans, had to go through hundreds of deaths before they could come before the first Lord of Cinder—Farron's Undead Legion.
Each battle with an enemy or a boss was a fierce combat.
