You'd finally arrived at the roots of the Erdtree. As you approached through the fly-swarmed brownish fog, slogging through death-infested purple sludge, you began to see a massive corpse. Something awful, fused with the roots of the Erdtree. His body was twisted and mangled, left in the position he had been in when he died, his arms atrophied and shriveled, his legs and dress malformed into a fish's tail, and his head, stretched and malformed into a clam-like monstrosity, what remains of his now seaweed-like golden hair drooping in matted clumps. And his eyes.. they were open, yet dry and grey. The spikes of Deathblight that protruded from his body buzzed loudly with flies, yet it all fell silent as he began to speak in a low, broken, and garbled voice.

"At last.. someone has... come.. Please.. help me."