>>6040994“Now, arise, Lord Aldritch! Devour her, satiate your hunger!” Sulyvahn declares, you wondering what he means. But as you take a step, your Stand-clad boot doesn't clack against polished stone. Instead it makes a squelching noise, you looking down. Only to see a sludge-like substance has covered the ground around you, it then rising up in a wave around you!
“HAAAAA!!” you roar, unleashing an Explosive Wave. Burning some of the last of your ki, blasting the devouring deity away from you. “Like hell, I'm not gonna be some sludge's lunch!”
“CAULIFLA! HEL-!” Yorshka's voice suddenly shouts into your mind, but is just as quickly cut off.
“Yorshka? Yorshka?!” you reply immediately, not realizing you're shouting out loud as well while trying to reestablish the connection but don't feel anything. You then try and reach out with your ki sense, to figure out what happened, but can't sense her energy at all! You can still sense the hollows outside the cathedral, as well as the Silver Knights, but Yorshka's nowhere to be found.
“Hahahahaha, it is over! The Gods of Anor Londo are no more!” Sulyvahn declares, you hearing the malicious glee in his voice. “You have failed!”
No. Not like this. You're not losing to them, you can still save her!
“No, YOU lose!” you roar, sheathing your blade and drawing upon everything you've got left. Energy crackles around you as it forms as sphere of hyper-dense energy, you releasing it all with a massive, all-powerful and final explosion. “HRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAA!!”
“Wh-Wha-?!” he exclaims as your attack consumes him, the Darkwraith phantoms, Aldritch, everything. The entire building around you disappears, your massive blast obliterating it all. All of your senses fade, consumed by the blast as your world goes white. But then, after several seconds, you hear a familiar voice.
“Not yet, Caulifla. Get up.” Triumph Requiem's voice coos softly in your ear, your senses returning to you. Opening your eyes, you find yourself in a massive crater, wondering what happened for a few seconds and why you're wearing your Stand. Then you remember, immediately your focus turns back to the god and his sister.
“Yorshka!” you shout, leaping into the air. But you lack even the energy to jump more than a foot off the ground, falling down to all fours as you trip over the sword Sulyvahn'd stolen from Gwyndolin. “D-Dammit. Triumph Requiem, get us over there!”
“Of course.” your Stand replies, flapping its metallic-like wings as you grab the sword, flying you back over to the tomb. Where you see the Silver Knights battling the remnants of the tide of hollows, only a few hundred left. But you pay them no mind, flying past and directly back into the tomb itself.
