Notes from author
The darkness is taking Lordran slowly. Every other god has fled Anor Londo. Only you remain in the abandoned city, with your Darkmoon Blades. The sun has gone dark, and the age of fire is ending.....unless you do what no other god would. You have stood strong against many invaders of Anor Londo, and you are a god. Maybe the chosen undead was mistranslated....maybe it was a chosen god. The only god would stood his ground at home. The only god who withstood his father's mockery. Maybe you can do what your father couldn't and end the darkness. The fate of Lordran could rest in your hands.....
