"Oh, dear. Another dogged contender... Welcome, unkindled one. Purloiner of cinders. Mind you, the mantle of Lord interests me none." Lothric spoke softly; his tone icy, as he was sat high above. "The Firelinking curse, the legacy of Lords, let it all fade into nothing. You've done quite enough, now have your rest."

Lorian, who had been sitting quietly upon his knees, now began to drag himself closer towards the intruder. His blade danced with a beautiful and elegant flame. He would protect Lothric at even the cost of his own life.