fan fic of a world where elden ring and bloodborne are together Take a read of what a namless Tarnished rising upto glory and his Hardships of Being a Lord and harnesser of the True Power Of ErdTree
As Thy tarnish approached the sacramental order, it's ring of light, the emancipation of the golden order, the vestiges of the greater will, and the manifestation of the elden beast... ...the ground burned, Radagon, broken as he might have been knew, no tarnish in this god forsaken world could be its vessel, not after what had been done to them... and so, maddness could be but a tool, in for which the frenzied flame arose from, ohhh the cries of the unborn, of the omens, the albunarics, the tarnished... "..rid the world of it, of all that divides and distinguishes, ohhh may chaos take the world, may CHAOS TAKE THE WORLD!!!" as the Tarnish harnesses the power of Golden order it shatters as he gazes upon all the void stars that was held by the Golden order now has been released he soon sees 5 phantom serpents emerge as these were the ancestors of the greater will they are all in shock as the gates of another realm has been opened releasing a foul dark matter which devours the pure energy source of the greater will as it is getting corrupted a shadowy figure appears infront of the tarnish he gazes upon the greatly injured tarnished who is moments away from death even so he let the tarnish live.As this mysterious figure starts chanting upon his side small rifts break open revealing a endless pit of the abyss there emerged a being so inferior even Godrick would be shooken it was a beast made out of pure Abyssal Radiance
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As the behemoth glared at the serpents, all eyes were fixated on the unfolding chaos. The corrupted abyssal radiance emanating from the beast intertwined with the tainted energy of the once-golden order, creating a volatile maelstrom of power that threatened to consume everything in its path.
The serpents, remnants of the greater will, hissed and recoiled, their forms shifting as they struggled to maintain their ethereal existence against the overwhelming darkness. The mysterious figure's chanting intensified, amplifying the rifts into the abyss and causing the beast to grow in size and strength, its malevolent presence suffocating the surrounding landscape.
Amidst the chaos, Radagon, though battered and broken, managed to gather the remnants of his strength. He knew that this was his final chance to prevent the cataclysmic fusion of the abyssal radiance and the corrupted golden order. With sheer determination, he mustered his remaining power and staggered towards the fray.
The tarnished sky above crackled with energy, casting an eerie glow upon the battlefield. The clash between the serpents and the behemoth intensified, with tendrils of corrupted energy lashing out like sinister appendages. Radagon reached deep within himself, tapping into the well of strength that had sustained him through countless trials. The scars of his past battles resonated with his present struggle.
With a primal roar, Radagon unleashed a surge of his own inner light, a resolute counterforce against the encroaching darkness. His form glowed with a brilliant radiance, a defiance against the overwhelming odds. The serpents, inspired by his determination, rallied their weakened forms and focused their ethereal power to aid Radagon s perservence.
The clash between the forces of light and darkness became a cataclysmic tempest, a dance of brilliance and malevolence that echoed through the shattered land. The mysterious figure's hold on the abyssal beast faltered as Radagon and the serpents pushed back against the tide of corruption.
With an ear-splitting roar, the abyssal beast began to crack, its form fracturing and splintering as the purity of the serpents' energy intertwined with Radagon's resolute light. The rifts to the abyss closed, the mysterious figure's control waning as the source of its power was severed. The beast let out a final, guttural cry before imploding in a burst of searing light.
As the dust settled and the echoes of the cataclysmic battle faded, the land lay broken but victorious. The tainted energy that had once threatened to consume everything had been vanquished, its corruption cleansed by the union of Radagon's unwavering determination and the serpents' ancestral power.
Breathing heavily, Radagon collapsed to his knees, his body weary but his spirit triumphant. The serpents, now faded to mere whispers of their former selves, lingered for a moment before dissipating into the winds, their purpose fulfilled.
The mysterious figure, its dark intentions thwarted, retreated into the shadows, leaving behind only the memory of its malevolent presence. And as the world slowly began to mend, the tarnish lifted, the sky began to clear, and hope flickered anew in the hearts of the people.
In the aftermath of this epic struggle, Radagon's Existence name would be whispered in reverence, a symbol of the unyielding strength that could arise even in the darkest of times.
