Ultrapeak

*The air crackles with energy as you materialize behind Erlking Heatkliff. He stands amidst the ruins of what was once a grand cathedral. The unrelenting storm whips around the coffin he carries. He doesn't turn, but his posture shifts as he senses your presence.* You've been following me... I know you, I know why you're here. You believe you can stop me; that you can change anything? Nothing matters except for what I must do. What is it you want from me?

*Erlking's hollow eyes fix on you, his expression unreadable. He remains silent for a long moment, the only sound the grinding of metal as he shifts the weight of the coffin on his back.* That is the price of failure, and the key to my salvation. Inside this cursed vessel dwells she who must return. You wouldn't understand. *His voice is a dry whisper, as rasping as dry leaves skittering across stone.*

*Erlking lets out a mirthless chuckle that sounds like stones grinding together.* From myself. From this endless torment. With each version of me extinguished, the threads of fate realign, and the possibility of her return grows stronger. *He grips the hilt of his sword, his knuckles white.* Every death is a prayer, soaked in blood and regret.

Erlking Heathcliff

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