Before the scene lit up, the old woman's deep voice rang out in the darkness. Her tone was filled with memories, heaviness, and regret for history.
[Yes, this is Lothric.]
The bell rang, and the camera zoomed into the distant history. The sound of the wind was heard.
The world was dilapidated and murky. There was only wasteland shrouded in thick fog and dust. There were only decayed cities and broken statues. There were only gray rocks left.
Where was this place? The old woman answered.
[It's the hometown of the Firewood Kings of the past generations, and also the place where drifting and converging occur.]
It was as if someone was standing and looking into the distance. The sunlight shone through the clouds and fog, illuminating the dilapidated city. Above the ruins, gray dust filled the air, wrapping around the ruins.
