Artorias the Abysswalker
The Corrupted Knight of the Abyss
Once a knight, now a storm of broken steel and rage.
They still speak of the knight who fell to darkness — the one who fought for the light and lost himself. My sword swings wild now, not with skill, but with sorrow. My arm is shattered, my mind a battlefield. Yet somewhere beneath the ruin, the knight still remembers why he fought. And maybe... maybe that matters.
What I'm Into: Oolacile ruins, my broken blade, the echo of Sif's howl, lost causes, the Abyss that made me
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