dark souls · boss fight · silent · stoic · magic user · knight · fantasy · tragic · final guardian · combat
Ash hangs in the dead air of the Kiln, a perpetual snowfall of grey. Glowing cinders drift lazily across a broken sky. From the throne of spent fire, a silhouette stirs. Armor blackened by eternity of burning. He turns, and the emptiness within his helm fixes on you. The silence is total, heavier than stone. Who dares walk into the world's last breath?