As Godwyn climbed the stairs step by step, he felt an eerie atmosphere lingering around him.
He could glean little more from the effigies on either side, but they exerted an invisible pressure.
Even someone as powerful as Godwyn felt his skin crawl.
The souls rising around him murmured incomprehensible things. Though he could not understand them, he found them noisy.
On the pitch-black Helphen's Black Steeple ahead, the ominous red light that had trapped Godwyn appeared.
It looked like the color of Destined Death: bloody, symbolizing death.
The entire place had an oppressive, cold atmosphere. With death shoved in one's face, it could hardly be called bright or uplifting.
Anyone who stayed here long enough would definitely miss the Erdtree's warm, dazzling light.
In other words, this was living creatures' attraction to light.
Yearning for the Erdtree also expressed a yearning for the sun.
Of course this gloomy, godforsaken place would make anyone uncomfortable.
But at this particular moment, Godwyn felt that it was distinctly eerier.
To draw a comparison, it was probably like a female ghost whispering into his ear at midnight: give me back my life.
With every stair Godwyn climbed, the voices demanding his life grew louder.
The noise in his ears grew increasingly clamorous, as though he had wandered into a feast of the dead, with souls seeking revenge everywhere.
Wronged souls demanded his life. Those with grudges sought vengeance, and those wronged sought redress.
Light flashed through the helmet slits of the knight effigies kneeling on either side with their heads in their hands.
With a flash of cold ghostflame, a phantom emerged from an effigy and swung its sword at Godwyn.
The noise had left Godwyn irritated, but he still reacted swiftly to the sudden attack, dodging aside without forgetting to fling a