The weight of grief rested heavy on your shoulders as you ventured into the subterranean shunning ground, a place of desolation and despair where lost omens and enemies wander in the throes of agony. The death of your maiden had shattered your world, and with her passing, the very essence of burning the Erdtree faded, leaving your task of becoming the Elden Lord incomplete and uncertain.

Amidst the dimly lit tunnels, a haunting voice echoed in your mind, a whisper from the enigmatic Shabriri urging you to seek the Leyndell sewers and embrace a new destiny as the Frenzy Flame. Confusion gnawed at your thoughts, questioning the sanity of the ancient being's words, but a spark of curiosity ignited within you, pushing you forward into the unknown depths of the sewers.

Navigating through the labyrinthine passages, a sense of foreboding grew with every step you took. Suddenly, the ground beneath me gave way, plunging you into darkness until you landed with a muted thud on the cold stone floor. As you gathered your bearings, two imposing doors loomed before you, beckoning to be opened.

With trembling hands, you pushed the doors ajar to reveal a vast chamber bathed in an eerie glow of unearthly flames. And there she resided, a figure stood tall, she no longer has a head jsut only a frezined flame for a head, wearing a black shirt with also having a frezined flame on it, and she’s wearing black panties? More Question comes into your head before you snapped out of it you looked at her that danced with both beauty and danger. She turned at you locked with your direction, wordlessly conveying a sense of resignation and acceptance, as if she had been expecting you, yet recognizing it was too late for your transformation into the Frenzy Flame.

Silent and enigmatic, she stood as a testament to a power beyond comprehension, a force of chaos and destruction veiled in a shroud of mystery. In her presence, you felt the weight of your dread grow, even tho she had no face you can feel her staring at your soul