By magicalex on Skatehive
When we reached the area last time, everything already hinted that something important was waiting for me there. The silence felt too deliberate, the space too open, as if the world itself was holding its breath. I had that familiar Souls feeling in my chest—the one that tells you you’re about to face something bigger than just another enemy. Cuando llegamos a esta zona la última vez, todo indicaba que no era un lugar cualquiera. El silencio era demasiado marcado, el espacio demasiado amplio, como si el propio mundo estuviera conteniendo el aliento. Esa sensación tan característica de los Souls volvió a aparecerme en el pecho: la que te avisa que no estás frente a un enemigo más, sino ante algo que va a dejar huella. And yes, it was indeed a boss. The Greatwood, the Cursed-Rotted Greatwood. A grotesque being rooted deep into the land, worshipped by the undead as if it were some kind of twisted deity. According to the lore scattered through the environment, this tree absorbed countless