Rob HainesAs the Erdtree burns, we navigate the forgotten halls of Faram Azula
This is a place suffused with endings, perpetual collapse caught in a static moment
Rising above the crumbling city, and facing a dragonlord long forgotten
Across the Lands Between, the inferno leaves naught untouched by ash and embers
Far beneath the Capital, a long-hidden fire burns, granting fresh conviction to all who bask in its light
All things must end; in the absence of endings, some cycles must be forced to a close
To kneel before our chosen Goddess, and usher in the Age of Stars
In a parallel world - where the Age of Stars has yet to be embraced - we walk the long path to a palace of blood
Taking our first steps into the Land of Shadow, where Kind Miquella walks the path before us, always one divine step ahead
Roaming the Gravesite Plain, a vast memorial to the fallen of this wartorn land
The city of Belurat, long shrouded in veils
Reaching Belurat's peak, amidst towers and fallen monument
Through Castle Ensis, towards the shadowed plateau
Upon high Scadu Altus, we raise our eyes to the heavens, where ancient towers, mighty fortresses and endless veils persist
Beneath the Scadutree, the Shadow Keep stands watch
We walk cerulean shores; we delve into ruins and memorials long-forgotten
To descend to the root of the world, where Saint Trina sleeps eternal
Through the cursed Bonny Village, to Manus Metyr Cathedral and the horrors that sleep beneath
The floodwaters recede, revealing the remnants of the Church District's once-fine architecture
Battlefields and altars amidst the Scadutree's roots
A hidden village offers a moment of sanctuary behind the warmth of ancient wards
Sun-blessed finger-ruins and shaded shrines guarded by sleeping golems
In woods veined with feverish yellow, heretics and abominations still hold sway
Despite the fires of inquisition and the wrack of time, the embers of the flame of frenzy linger in this woodland manse
Braving the treacherous foothills of the Jagged Peak, beloved of dragon cultists
A winding path through the blood-red blossoms of Charo's grave
Jagged peaks, grand arches, and icy gaols beneath the earth
A hidden valley wends through the shadow of an ancient city of spirals
A paradise of long-lost ruins, overgrown and full of dangers
Divine trees, and cities that spiral to the heavens
At last to the steps of Enir-Ilim, where Kind Miquella reigns
The spiralling architecture of the highest city
To the heights of Enir-Ilim, where we prepare to go to war with a demigod
A battlefield of ash and bone, before we stand - blessèd, god-touched, weeping - before Miquella's high throne
That's the end of Gille's journey.
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