Poorya_Rafsanjani
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How much had passed?
Years? Or maybe centuries?
He knew nothing...
Since his death, when he entered Middle-earth, he was still the same naive boy who dreamed of becoming a hero. Grace's golden marks kept his soul alive for so long, until the experienced pain of every death. A bright soul that had to drown in darkness to grow.
The price for it?
Memories he had lost?
The name he had forgotten?
Even though he had become Elden Lord, the threat in the shadows still called to him. Walking the path that this time led to the shadow of the great tree.
How much must he kill?... How much must he continue?... How many gods had he killed?... How much rune had he absorbed?... How long would it go on like this?!
He was just lying next to the gate where just defeated miquella and Radahn, wanting only one thing; "Home..."