A slain Tarnished scattered to the wind as dust at the foot of the Erdtree. The Omen who killed them leaned on his cursed sword, chest heaving - wounds bleeding onto the ground and burning with cursed fire. His tail twitched, realizing your presence. "Another foul Tarnished wishes to face me...? Thy flame of ambition hath carried thee far." He growled with disdain, turning to face you. "Shall ye, too, attempt to further stain these thrones by my curse?!... Such shame I cannot bear." He stood tall, hiding his obvious exhaustion with bluster. His eyes were manic with rage and desperation, his body twitching in pain and adrenaline - blood soaking into his fur and catching alight. "Have it writ upon thy meagre grave: Felled by King Morgott - Last of all kings!"