Godrick's Great Rune

Godrick's massive body stiffened like a sculpture.

An unwilling sigh escaped his lips. The flames shooting into the sky died down, and leaves from the Erdtree drifted in from who knew where, as if bearing witness to his end.

You Fei had suddenly summoned all her strength for that last strike, leaving her drained. She fell to the ground in a rather undignified heap.

By the time she turned to look back, Godrick's body had already faded and slowly turned to ash. The storm over Stormveil Castle swept it away completely, and he vanished from sight. His final words still echoed through the air.

"So his goal really was to return to his homeland."

Thinking of what she had heard about Godrick from Luo Jieer, You Fei couldn't help murmuring to herself.

As an enemy, the man had been a real handful. His abilities were all over the place and difficult to deal with, his appearance could cause people mental distress, and in everyone's eyes, grafting was as vile as necromancy. All in all, he had a whole host of traits that made him easy to hate.

But the mere fact that he had dreamed of returning to his homeland made it difficult for You Fei to truly hate him.

It wasn't because she was some sort of bleeding heart. It was because Godrick was already dead. Whether the one in the dungeon or the real one who had once existed in history, both were gone.

Jia Paer had taught her to be more forgiving toward the dead.

Seeing that they had finally defeated their powerful foe, Fan En let out a sigh of relief. Weariness washed over him, and he sat down against one of the scattered stone tablets in the courtyard.

To his surprise, there were some faint