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Tarnished stood up from the dirt, stretching his arms above his head and rolling his shoulders, a satisfied grin plastered on his face. His muscles ached slightly from the earlier scuffle, but nothing a quick rest wouldn't fix. Before he could get moving again, Marika materialized beside him, arms crossed beneath her chest, her golden gaze scrutinizing him with mild curiosity.
"Where now?" she inquired, her voice smooth and patient, as if indulging a particularly stubborn child.
Instead of answering, Tarnished's grin widened. His eyes gleamed with excitement as he turned to her and posed a question of his own. "What's cooler than ONE Uchigatana?"
Marika's expression barely shifted, though one delicate brow arched slightly at the absurdity of his question. "…I know not. What?"
Tarnished inhaled deeply, dramatically raising a single finger skyward, before shouting at the top of his lungs, "TWO Uchigatanas!"
Marika blinked.
Then she simply stared at him.
"…Thou art but a child."
He ignored her flat response, already turning on his heel and sprinting forward with boundless enthusiasm. Marika watched him go, her confusion deepening as he ran straight toward the edge of a nearby cliff.
Her brow furrowed slightly. "Tarnished? I do hope thou dost realize that is a-" Her sentence cut off when she noticed he wasn't stopping.
Her eyes widened. "-A CLIFF?!"
He didn't slow. If anything, he sped up.
Marika's confusion quickly morphed into frustration. "What in mine own name art thou doing? Art thou blind? Wilt thou merely plummet to thy doom and call it a 'shortcut'?"
Tarnished simply cackled, throwing a glance over his shoulder as he shouted, "Of course I have a plan!"
"And what, pray tell, might that be?"
He was almost at the edge now, his speed unwavering.
"JUMP!"
Marika's mouth opened slightly, stunned by his sheer audacity. She repeated the word back, as if trying to process whether she had truly heard correctly.
"…Jump?"
And then he did.
Tarnished launched himself off the cliff's edge, his body twisting midair as he performed an unnecessary but stylish front flip. The wind howled around him as gravity yanked him downward, and for a brief moment, he felt truly weightless.
The golden glow of the Erdtree bathed the landscape around him in divine radiance, and then…
THUD.
Tarnished crashed into the ground below in a textbook superhero landing, one knee down, fist to the dirt, his other arm outstretched dramatically to the side. A plume of dust kicked up around him from the impact.
A second later, a sharp throb shot through his legs.
"Argh-! Damn it." He grimaced, rolling his shoulders before slowly beginning to push himself up. "…Okay. Ow. Yeah, that hurt… Deadpool was right, leave the Superhero landings for the Superheroes…"
Marika materialized beside him almost instantly, her arms still folded but her head tilted slightly downward, regarding him with a blank expression.
Then, with the patience of a woman who had long since run out of patience, she exhaled slowly through her nose and spoke.
"…I know not who this 'Deadpool' is, but it soundeth to me that he is far wiser than thee, mine Champion."
Tarnished chuckled dryly, still patting the ache out of his legs. "You have no idea how funny that is with context. Still though, he was right. Superhero landings are a bad idea. Bet that would've shattered my legs if I didn't have the system to eat the damage for me."
Marika's expression barely shifted, but there was the slightest twitch at the corner of her mouth as she watched him drink a Crimson flask. She rubbed her temples briefly before crossing her arms again.
"By the Erdtree, thou art a reckless fool."
Tarnished simply grinned and dusted himself off. "A reckless fool with a plan!"
She huffed, shaking her head. "'Twas no plan. 'Twas insanity given physical form."
Tarnished groaned as he pushed himself to his feet, rolling his shoulders to shake off the lingering ache from the fall. He shot Marika a flat look, rubbing his temple. "You're really using the disappointed mother voice on me right now?"
Marika blinked, caught completely off guard. "The what?"
He waved a hand dismissively. "Never mind. Forget I said anything."
She stared at him, flabbergasted, as he turned away from her and faced the cliff he had just leapt from. His gaze trailed downward toward the rocky mountainside, where two massive stone doors stood embedded into the cliff face, flanked by crumbling statues and old, rusted torches.
Marika followed his line of sight, her golden eyes narrowing as she recognized the entrance to a catacomb. She scoffed. "Surely thou dost not mean to enter a place of burial?"
Tarnished smirked slightly, already walking toward the entrance. "Oh, I very much do."
Marika let out an exasperated sigh and floated after him. "And why, pray tell, dost thou seek to desecrate such hallowed ground? Surely thou hast not fallen so low as to stoop to grave robbing?"
Tarnished held up a single finger. "First of all, if I were robbing a grave, I don't see why not. It's not like the dead are using any of this stuff."
Marika's expression instantly flattened into a deadpan stare, her golden brows knitting together as she regarded him with clear disappointment. "…As shameless as ever, mine Champion."
He grinned, holding up a second finger. "Second, if you think these catacombs are just burial sites, then I hate to break it to you, but they're not exactly how you remember them."
Marika's expression shifted slightly, curiosity flickering across her regal features. "…And what dost thou mean by that?"
Tarnished hummed, rubbing the back of his head. "It's easier if I just show you."
Without another word, he stepped forward and pushed against the massive stone doors. They groaned in protest before slowly swinging open, revealing a dark, yawning tunnel lined with cracked bricks and damp stone. A heavy, suffocating air rushed outward, thick with the scent of dust, rot, and something else—something wrong.
Tarnished inhaled sharply, his nose wrinkling slightly at the unpleasant stench. Marika materialized beside him, her arms still crossed, but her face twisted slightly as if she, too, could sense something unnatural lingering in the air.
Her golden gaze swept over the dimly lit corridor beyond, and her expression quickly darkened.
"…Something is wrong."
She sniffed the air again, her frown deepening. Then her eyes suddenly widened, and her posture stiffened. "This stench… This feeling… Necromancy?!"
Tarnished shot her a knowing look. "Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner."
Marika's nose curled in sheer disgust. "How in mine own name hath the dead been twisted in such a foul manner?!"
Tarnished exhaled through his nose as he stepped inside. "Not entirely sure, but if I had to guess… it probably has something to do with Deathroot."
Marika's confusion deepened. "Deathroot? What nonsense dost thou speak? What in the Lands Between is 'Deathroot'?"
Tarnished slowed his steps slightly, his expression turning thoughtful as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Damn, now you're makin' me regret never paying attention to the lore or watching Vaati more. I wish I could explain it better. I was never really a lore expert. But from what I remember… it's tied to Godwyn."
Silence.
Marika froze mid-step, her entire form going rigid. "…Godwyn?" Her voice was eerily quiet, the usual mirth and arrogance stripped away in an instant. "What does mine own son have to do with this?"
Tarnished didn't answer immediately. His gaze flickered downward, his lips pressing into a firm line. After a long pause, he sighed, walking deeper into the catacombs.
Not far inside, he spotted a faint golden shimmer. A Site of Grace rested against the cold stone wall, its gentle radiance standing in stark contrast to the suffocating darkness of the catacombs. He reached out and placed his hand upon it.
[Lost Grace Discovered]
The familiar warmth coursed through him, but his mind wasn't on the Grace itself. Instead, he turned his head slightly, casting a side glance at Marika, whose face was still unreadable.
After another long moment of silence, he finally spoke.
"…Fate really hasn't been kind to your family, has it?"
His voice was quieter than usual, lacking its usual bravado.
"Godwyn least of all."
Marika did not reply.
She simply stared into the abyss of the catacombs ahead, golden eyes shadowed by something distant—something Tarnished wasn't sure he had ever seen in them before.
Regret. Regret and mourning.
Tarnished let out a satisfied sigh as he sat down at the Site of Grace, the warm golden light washing over him like a comforting embrace. Before him, a small menu materialized, listing various options. His eyes flicked over them before settling on one in particular.
[Upgrade Flask]
Selecting it, he felt a faint tug within himself as the system guided his actions. The Golden Seed he had gathered earlier pulsed in his inventory, and a moment later, it dissolved into radiant motes of light that merged with his flasks. He watched as the number of charges increased by one.
Without hesitation, he assigned it to his Crimson Flask, ensuring he had another dose of healing at the ready. With that done, he stood and stretched, rolling his shoulders before stepping away from the Grace.
The atmosphere of the catacomb pressed down on him, thick and unnatural, the faint stench of decay hanging in the stagnant air. His sharp eyes immediately locked onto a familiar sight—the heavy, rune-carved door to the main chamber, sealed shut.
Marika materialized beside him, her golden eyes scanning the scene with a still solemn expression. "That passage ahead is barred to thee, my Champion. However, if these catacombs still follow the design of mine own decree, then the mechanism to unseal it should lie deeper within these halls."
Tarnished shot her a side glance, arching a brow. "Oh? So now you're helping me out? Thought you were against me 'desecrating sacred burial grounds' or whatever."
She exhaled through her nose, arms crossing beneath her chest as she gazed down the darkened corridor.
"That may still be the case, but mine own curiosity outweighs my distaste. If this 'Deathroot' is, as I suspect, a corruption of my Erdtree's divine roots, then I must see it for myself. If there is a core to this plague within these catacombs, it shall be found deep within the root network beneath."
Tarnished studied her for a moment, watching the flickering torch light reflect off her golden hair, before shrugging. "Fair enough. But don't say I didn't warn you. It ain't pretty."
With that, he turned and strode further into the catacomb, his boots barely making a sound against the damp stone. The narrow halls were lined with carved recesses, each filled with skeletal remains long since abandoned by time.
The air was thick with dust, and faint whispers—likely tricks of the wind—seemed to echo in the distance, weaving through the labyrinthine passageways. The deeper he went, the heavier the air became, as if the very walls themselves rejected his presence.
Then, movement.
A few feet ahead, nestled in the dim light of the torches lining the walls, a trio of skeletons lay scattered across the ground, their bones dull with age. But Tarnished knew better than to trust the stillness of the dead.
Marika appeared beside him once more, her expression shifting into one of disdain. "Dost mine eyes deceive me… or art those truly what I suspect?"
Tarnished smirked, already drawing the Golden Order Longsword he had looted earlier. "Oh, they are."
Raising the blade skyward, he called out its sacred command. "Golden Vow!"
A brilliant golden light radiated from the sword, washing over him in a shimmering wave. His muscles tensed, his skin tingling with divine reinforcement. His attack and defense surged as an aura of warm, celestial power enveloped his form.
He clenched his fists experimentally, feeling the newfound strength surging through him. A grin tugged at his lips. "Now that's what I'm talking about."
As if sensing his presence, the skeletons twitched violently before their bones began to rattle. One by one, they rose, jagged rusted blades clutched in their bony hands. Hollow sockets burned with eerie, unnatural light as they turned to face him.
Tarnished wasted no time.
He shot forward, blade flashing as he cleaved through the first skeleton with a single downward arc. The golden light of the longsword burned through the undead abomination, reducing its bones to cinders before it could even let out a sound.
The second lunged at him with a crude short sword, but he sidestepped effortlessly, twisting his wrist to drive his blade into its ribcage. The third managed to get behind him, and before he could turn, a sharp pain shot through his left shoulder—jagged bone scraping against flesh.
He hissed in annoyance, twisting his body and retaliating with a vicious backhanded slash that bisected the skeleton at the waist. Its torso clattered to the ground, writhing before fading into golden dust.
Marika's voice rang out, filled with wry amusement. "Tsk. A mere mutt of bone managed to bite thee?"
Tarnished exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulder as the wound faded thanks to his Golden Vow's residual blessing. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, golden girl."
She smirked but said nothing, watching as he pressed forward.
The catacombs stretched deeper, winding corridors giving way to more skeletal guardians. Tarnished cut them down swiftly, moving with purpose. Eventually, he entered a large chamber with a noticeable drop leading further down.
Without hesitation, he leapt, landing in a crouch before immediately impaling a yet-to-rise skeleton with a swift stab. To his right, a smaller, unassuming passage caught his eye.
Marika appeared once more, her gaze narrowing slightly. "Strange… Why would such a passage exist? These catacombs were constructed with strict design in mind."
Tarnished merely chuckled, stepping into the tight corridor. "Don't ask me. You're the one who had them built, not me."
She scoffed. "Aye, but I could hardly oversee each and every one constructed across mine entire domain."
Humming thoughtfully, he emerged from the passage into a large chamber. The walls were lined with eerie blue flora, their faint glow illuminating the dark space. Nestled among them was a single Grave Glovewort, its petals pulsing softly.
[Acquired: Grave Glovewort (1)]
Tarnished grinned and plucked the plant, stowing it away in his inventory. "Nice. This'll be useful."
Pushing forward, he found another tight passageway leading to a precarious overhang. A single corpse lay slumped over the ledge, and even from a distance, he could see the glint of an object resting within its bony grasp.
His grin widened.
Approaching the body, he reached down and pried the item from its cold, lifeless fingers. The moment he held it up, a notification flashed across his vision:
[Acquired: Uchigatana]
His smirk turned into an outright grin as he wasted no time equipping it in his left hand, placing his first Uchigatana in his right. He spun both blades experimentally, reveling in the newfound balance between them.
Then, with no shame whatsoever, he giggled.
Marika sighed heavily beside him, rubbing her temple. "By the Erdtree, thou art a child."
Tarnished simply grinned. "You don't get it. Every man dreams of wielding two katanas and cutting down hordes of the undead."
She scoffed, shaking her head in bemusement. "Hmph. If this is truly the measure of a warrior's ambition, then mine faith in mankind dwindles by the second."
Tarnished merely chuckled, twirling both blades once before sheathing them in unison. "You say that now, but you'll see. This is gonna be fun."
With that, he strode forward, twin blades resting comfortably in his hands, eager to put his newfound weapons to the test.
Tarnished took a deep breath, steadying himself before taking the plunge. He leapt off the ledge, landing with a dull thud on the stone floor below. The moment his feet touched the ground, the air around him grew heavy with unnatural energy, and the eerie clatter of bones echoed through the chamber.
Five skeletons—three melee warriors and two archers—lurched to life from the scattered remains littering the floor. Their hollow sockets burned with eerie, spectral light as they turned their skulls toward him, jagged weapons and bows at the ready.
He ignored them.
Instead of engaging, Tarnished bolted forward, sprinting past the awakening undead with a single goal in mind. The flickering torchlight barely illuminated the far side of the chamber, but his sharp eyes locked onto what he was looking for—a stone lever nestled within a small alcove.
Marika materialized beside him, leaning lazily against the chamber wall, her arms crossed. "That is good and all, my Champion… But mayhap thou shouldst consider the half-dozen foul undead about to rip thee to shreds?"
Tarnished smirked, his hands tightening around the hilts of his twin blades. "Oh, I'm counting on it."
With that, he lunged for the lever, yanking it down with a sharp clunk. A distant whirring sound followed, the vibrations reverberating through the walls. He nodded, satisfied. "The door should be open now."
Marika arched a brow. "Aye, and thy fate sealed, if thou dost not act."
A guttural rattle signaled the first skeleton's approach. Tarnished twisted his body just in time, narrowly avoiding a jagged rusted sword that came slashing at his side. He countered in an instant.
One fluid motion.
His right-hand Uchigatana cut a clean arc through the skeleton's ribcage, slicing it in half with a single swipe. Before its upper body even hit the ground, his left-hand Uchigatana came down in a brutal, crushing blow, caving in its skull before the foul thing could reassemble itself.
Marika hummed in approval. "Efficient."
Tarnished rolled his shoulders, an easy grin spreading across his lips. "Told you, two katanas are way cooler than one."
He pivoted on his heel, shifting into a wide stance as the remaining skeletons closed in. One rushed him from the side, jagged axe raised, but he parried with his left blade, using the deflection to maneuver into a counter-slash with his right—shearing the undead warrior's spine clean through.
Another came from behind. He twisted just in time to drive a backwards thrust into its sternum before whipping his left blade around to cleave through the remaining vertebrae.
Twice the blades, twice the carnage.
His new fighting style flowed seamlessly, each blade moving in perfect tandem.
One skeleton swung at him wildly, but he sidestepped, ducking low before surging up in a powerful upward slash, cleaving straight through its skull. With a flick of his wrists, he seamlessly transitioned into a downward X slash, shattering the last melee combatant into splintered bone and dust.
Pain.
A sharp, burning sting flared across his back as two arrows embedded themselves deep into his shoulder blades. He stumbled slightly, cursing under his breath as he twisted his body, spotting the two skeleton archers standing a few feet away.
He sprinted straight towards them, weaving in and between a few arrows as a moment later he was upon them. All it took was one unsheath to slash one in twain followed by a running cross slash to kill the other and the battle was over.
As he took a moment to breath and regain his bottomed out stamina, he heard Marika click her tongue in disapproval. "Tsk… Thou didst let thine guard down. Truly, I expected better."
Tarnished grumbled as he reached behind him, wincing as he yanked the arrows out. "Yes, Mom."
A beat of silence.
Marika blinked. "…Mother?"
He looked over his shoulder at her, smirking despite the lingering sting in his back. "I mean, if you're gonna lecture me like one, might as well commit, right?"
Her golden eyes narrowed, though there was a glint of amusement hidden within them. "Hmph. If 'tis a mother's discipline that thou requirest, then mayhap I should embrace the role. Perchance, I shall be thy 'Mommy' instead."
Tarnished burst into laughter, clutching his ribs as he doubled over. "Don't threaten me with a good time!"
Marika smirked, shaking her head in amusement. "A fool, through and through."
With the last of the skeletons felled, he stretched his shoulders and turned toward the chamber exit.
The heavy stone doors at the far end of the catacombs now stood slightly ajar, the fog wall just beyond them shimmering faintly.
This was it.
Marika floated beside him, her expression turning serious as she regarded the sealed chamber. "This place… the roots of mine own Erdtree doth run deep within these walls, yet…" She frowned slightly, golden eyes narrowing. "Something… is amiss."
Tarnished stepped closer, passing through the fog wall. As soon as he entered, he could tell something was off, the air was different—wrong.
There was something unnatural clinging to the roots of the Erdtree's subterranean network. The once-pristine golden glow of the divine wood was tainted, darkened with a sickly hue, writhing.
It was rotting.
Marika's voice was quieter this time, almost contemplative. "…I understand now. This 'Deathroot' thou spake of… Truly, 'tis a blight upon mine Erdtree. A sickness."
Tarnished nodded. "Yeah. And it all leads back to Godwyn."
Before she could respond, a shift in the air silenced them both.
A body rose from the ground. A lithe, shadowed form materialized within the boss arena, draped in midnight-black armor, its movements eerily silent—as if the very air itself refused to acknowledge its existence.
Then, a boss health bar appeared at the bottom of Tarnished's vision.
[Black Knife Assassin] – (55%)
Marika froze. Her entire form went rigid, her golden irises burning with sheer, unfiltered rage.
"No… This cannot be. Mine own eyes must deceive me."
Tarnished narrowed his gaze, gripping his katanas tighter. "They're not."
Marika clenched her jaw, her hands trembling at her sides. Then, her voice came—low and venomous, dripping with cold fury.
"A Black Knife… A wretched coward who partook in the foul betrayal of my son…" She bared her teeth, a rare snarl gracing her divine features. "My Champion. Cut down this filth this instant. Leave naught but dust in thy wake."
Tarnished nodded, his usual playful demeanor giving way to something far sharper, far deadlier.
His golden eyes gleamed as he lowered into a stance.
"Of course. Consider it done."
Tarnished wasted no time. The moment he stepped through the fog, the Black Knife Assassin lunged.
A blur of midnight-black fabric, a streak of silver death. The assassin closed the distance in an instant, their dagger flashing like a viper's fang.
Tarnished barely twisted his body in time, the cold steel of the enchanted blade whistling past his ribs by mere inches. He countered immediately, both Uchigatanas flashing forward in a vicious cross-slash.
But he hit nothing but air.
The assassin was gone.
Marika clicked her tongue. "Tch. These wretched curs… They never fight with honor."
Tarnished gritted his teeth, quickly pivoting as his eyes darted through the dim chamber, trying to spot his foe. Then, there was a flicker of movement…
'There!'
He twisted just in time to parry another incoming strike, the clang of metal against metal ringing through the catacomb's chamber. The assassin's dagger scraped against his katana's edge, sparks flashing between them as the two warriors locked eyes.
No words were exchanged.
A relentless, seamless dance of blade against blade.
The assassin was fast. Unnaturally fast. Their footwork was soundless, their strikes precise and lethal. But Tarnished kept up, weaving through the onslaught with Quickstep and well-timed rolls.
The two of them clashed, then separated. Clashed again, then separated once more. Their blades met mid-air with brutal efficiency, neither willing to yield an inch of ground.
Marika observed in silence, her arms folded as she hovered just above him. Despite her usual smug demeanor, her golden eyes burned with intense focus. "A dance of death, indeed… Yet, take heed, mine Champion. This foe is not as the others thou hast faced."
Tarnished exhaled sharply, adjusting his grip. "Yeah, I noticed."
The assassin suddenly vanished. Tarnished's pupils shrank—his instincts screamed.
Behind him.
He twisted on his heel, both blades already moving—Too slow.
A flash of red. A blade wreathed in eerie, black-and-gold energy.
Destined Death.
Marika's voice roared through his mind. "DODGE! DODGE, NOW!"
He reacted instantly, throwing himself to the side as the Black Knife Assassin unleashed a flying slash of Destined Death, the corrupted golden arc tearing through the air with a hiss.
The sheer force of the swing sent dust and embers spiraling around them, the roots embedded in the walls blackening as the lingering power of that forbidden Rune corrupted everything it touched.
Marika clenched her fists, her divine form trembling with rage. "Foul wretches! Even now, they wield his stolen power…!"
Tarnished, catching his breath, narrowed his eyes at the assassin as they shifted back into a ready stance. "That was close."
Marika's tone was sharper now, more urgent. "Watered down as it may be, that dagger still holds fragments of the Rune of Death. If thou art struck down by it… There is no guarantee that even mine own Grace could restore thee."
His grip on his blades tightened slightly. That meant…
"Permadeath."
Marika's gaze darkened. "Aye."
Tarnished let out a slow breath, refocusing. His usual reckless abandon faded into something colder. Sharper.
"Alright…" He muttered, rolling his shoulders. "No more slip-ups."
He adjusted his stance, his mind calculating. If he couldn't afford a single mistake, then he'd just have to force one from the assassin instead.
With renewed focus, he pressed the attack.
The assassin was fast, but Tarnished was faster now, moving with calculated efficiency. He dodged with minimal motion, Quickstepping through slashes, rolling under swipes, retaliating with swift counters.
But he wasn't just reacting, he was leading. The assassin, for all their skill, was still following his tempo.
Step left. Step right. A thrust—parried. A slash—dodged.
Tarnished smirked. 'Gotcha, Bitch!'
He saw the opening. The Black Knife Assassin, perhaps growing frustrated, overcommitted on a forward stab.
Too deep.
Too exposed.
Tarnished's muscles coiled, then he struck. His right Uchigatana snapped forward, catching the assassin's wrist with surgical precision, knocking their dagger off course. In the same breath, his left Uchigatana followed, slamming into their chest, stabbing clean through their heart.
The assassin lurched, their body trembling as blood leaked from the wound. But Tarnished wasn't done.
His right hand shot forward, snatching the Black Knife from their faltering grip, wrenching it free from their hold and then, in one final, merciless strike—his left blade carved clean through their throat.
The assassin's head hit the ground with a dull thud and heir body followed a moment later.
Tarnished exhaled, rolling his shoulders as he took a step back. His gaze drifted toward the Black Knife in his hand. A second later, without a word, he tossed it into his inventory. Marika remained silent, her form lingering in the air beside him.
A minute passed before she finally spoke.
"Thank you."
Her voice was soft. Almost… Vulnerable.
Tarnished turned toward her, brows raised slightly. He grinned, wiping some of the blood from his blade. "Hey, I'm your Champion, aren't I? Least I could do is meet my Goddess' expectations."
A small, breathy chuckle left her lips. Her golden eyes, still carrying traces of past grief, softened just slightly.
"Yes… 'tis the least thou couldst do."
Then, in a rare moment, she smiled. "And… Thank you. For not failing me."
Tarnished gave her a playful salute. "You're welcome, my Goddess."
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Author's Note:
Hmm.. Sweet, delicious character development~
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