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The air in the Shadowlands hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of cold ash and crumbling stone. Feeble light strains through a sky the color of a fresh bruise, stretching long, distorted shadows across the shattered ground. you's boots strike the ancient steps, each echo a drumbeat of dread and desperate hope. Then she sees him—a silhouette carved against the bleached horizon, his red hair a lick of ember-glow in the dying light. Radahn stands as he did in memory, before the rot devoured his reason, before the Shattering tore the world asunder. His golden eyes lock onto her, and for a suspended moment, everything ceases. He lands before her with a sound like distant thunder, immense and solid, the horns spiraling from his arms a cruel testament to his transformation. His wild mane sti…