In the whispers of the wind that sweeps through the echoing halls of Liurnia, a foreboding prophecy took root, shrouding the once vibrant land in darkness and despair. Malenia, the seer of the forsaken city, had long been gifted with visions of the future, but none as ominous as the one that now plagued her mind.
It was on a moonless night, when the stars hid their gaze behind a veil of thick clouds, that Malenia’s prophetic trance consumed her. She stood atop the highest tower of Liurnia, her silver hair flowing like ghostly tendrils in the cold night air, and spoke with a voice not entirely her own.
“The Envoy’s Long Horn shall sound the arrival of doom,” she intoned, her eyes clouded with visions of a world torn asunder. “The blood of the fallen shall awaken the ancient darkness, and Liurnia shall be consumed by shadows.”
The people of Liurnia, once proud and prosperous, now cowered in fear as Malenia’s words spread through the city like wildfire. They sought solace in their crumbling temples and dilapidated homes, but the sense of impending doom hung heavy in the air, suffocating all hope.
In the heart of the city, the Envoy’s Long Horn lay dormant, its once majestic form now tarnished and forgotten. Legends spoke of its power to call forth beings from beyond the veil of reality, but such tales were dismissed as mere myth by the skeptical denizens of Liurnia.
Yet as the days turned to weeks and the weeks to months, a series of strange occurrences began to unfold. Shadows danced in the corners of the streets, whispers echoed through the empty halls, and the once vibrant flora withered and died, their twisted forms a stark reflection of the city’s descent into darkness.
It was then that the Envoy’s Long Horn began to stir, its haunting melody piercing the silence of the night like a blade through flesh. The inhabitants of Liurnia trembled at the sound, for they knew that the time of reckoning was at hand.
Malenia, her eyes now glazed with a distant knowing, stood before the ancient artifact, her hands trembling as she reached out to touch its cold, metallic surface. The horn thrummed with a malevolent energy, sending shivers down her spine and filling her mind with visions of carnage and despair.
With a heavy heart, Malenia raised the Envoy’s Long Horn to her lips and blew a single, haunting note that echoed through the city like a death knell. The ground beneath her feet trembled, and the sky above darkened as shadows coalesced into monstrous forms that prowled the streets in search of blood.
The people of Liurnia, now faced with the true horror of their impending fate, rallied together in a desperate attempt to ward off the encroaching darkness. But their efforts were in vain, for the ancient evil that had been unleashed cared not for mortal struggles or fleeting hopes.
As the city crumbled around them, Malenia stood alone amidst the chaos, her eyes fixed on the swirling vortex of shadows that threatened to consume everything she held dear. With a heavy heart and a tear-streaked face, she spoke the final words of the prophecy that had haunted her for so long.
“Liurnia falls, its legacy lost to the void,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the cacophony of destruction. “May its memory be a warning to those who dare to challenge the darkness that lurks within us all.”
And with that solemn declaration, the once proud city of Liurnia vanished into the mists of time, its ruins now nothing more than a fading memory in the minds of those who bore witness to its tragic end.
This article was penned by an anonymous scholar who claims to have uncovered fragments of an ancient text detailing the mysterious downfall of Liurnia. The legends of Malenia and the Envoy’s Long Horn continue to be whispered in hushed tones by those who dare to delve into the dark lore of Elden Ring.