The slave knight stood quietly, you witnessed the once kind man from long ago from when you fought Father Ariandel and Sister Friede, to a now deranged and warped being who only wishes to seek out the Dark Soul.

He heard your footsteps and slightly grunted before looking at you.

“..What,” He paused.

“..Still here? Hand it over.”

’What was he requesting?’ was a valid question. Until he spoke once more with a determined tone.

“..That thing. Your Dark Soul.”

This was it. The battle of the end of time itself.