Bloody Slash Elden Ring Location Novels & Stories

The mountain air was thin, colder than usual, as Bain, Seraphina, Vulture, Petrov, Sokolov, Malthea, Elias, Cassian, Cassie, and baby Aragorn gathered inside the war chamber. The Star Map hovered mid-air, its constellations slowly shifting. Seraphina traced a red constellation with her finger. “The Blood Relic lies in the catacombs beneath Prague. It was once hidden by the Thorned Circle of the Old World — before any of us. The Hollow King will seek it too. We have no time.”

The grove reeked of iron, smoke, and the sharp green scent of crushed pine needles trampled under desperate feet. Moonlight, thin and merciless, cut through the canopy in silver blades, illuminating the clearing where the Moonshadow Order had made their final stand. The standing stone at the center loomed black and ancient, its surface now slick with fresh blood, Elara’s blood, dripping in slow, deliberate rivulets into the shallow basin carved at its base.

"Elain, we've faced so much together. Nothing from the past can diminish what we have now." But even as he said it, I could see a shadow of doubt in his eyes. Every person has secrets, moments they aren’t proud of. The idea of exposing them was daunting. The first point on the map started pulsating, drawing our attention. Lysandra approached it, her finger hovering above the point. "This location... it's not in Eclisia. It's in the mortal realm, in a place called 'The Whispering Woods'. It's said that those woods hold memories, trapping those who enter in a loop of their most significant past moments."

Stephen asked. Zella shook her head and said, “I don’t know. I can only sense its location. It’s in an ancient ruin within the New Endlos Plane. I sense that this place is dangerous, and only powerhouses above the Holy Celestial Rank can enter. Currently, all the powerhouses from the New Endlos Plane are engaged in battle, leaving only you. You’re the sole one who can retrieve this sword.” “Where is it? Hurry, take me there,” Stephen urged.

“Because I wasn’t sure who would stop me.” Elara stepped forward, tears bright in her eyes. “Where is she?” Rhys said, “Malak’s fortress. Beyond the Hollow Peaks.” Lerder cursed. “That’s suicide.” Rhys didn’t flinch. “Then I’ll die on the road. But I won’t let her burn alone.” Elara stepped between them. “We leave at dawn.” Preparations were quiet but feverish. Supplies. Maps. Blades enchanted with salt and silver. Atop the sanctuary cliffs, Elara stood with Lerder.

When they were safely away from the ruins, they made camp since their bodies were itching for a nap. Eldon looked over the map one last time as they sat around the campfire. "The Valley of Shadows is the location of the ritual. It is the only location with sufficient ambient magic to permanently annihilate the fragments." Kyra turned to face her friends. "This is the last one. After one more push, we're done.” Marcus nodded, a determined look on his face. "Let’s finish this." They left for the Valley of Shadows early the following morning. As they continued on their journey, the scenery got increasingly barren and the atmosphere heavy with dread.

“One beneath the Daggered Range. One below the drowned city of Virellan. And one… at the edge of the world. Beyond the Shardlands.” A heavy silence followed. Kael growled. “Split again?” Aria shook her head. “No. Not this time. We take them one by one. Seal each, and weaken Sylara’s path to power.” Tarek glanced at the map spread across the war table. “Then we start with the Daggered Range. It’s the closest. But it’s also crawling with wraithborn packs and crescent loyalists who’ve turned to Sylara’s banner.”

No fanfare, no ceremony—only silence and the weight of purpose. The Black Mire lay east of their territory, past the River Drel and the forgotten bones of ancient battlegrounds. It was a place of decay and dark memory, a cursed bog that had once been the site of an elder massacre during the War of Sundering. Most wolves avoided it instinctively. Those who wandered in often never came back. Which made it the perfect place for Lucian to hide his most loyal monsters. Selene rode at the front, Kieran just behind her. With them were only five warriors—Elara, Rune, Mira, Jax, and Garrick. The best of Bloodmoon. Stealthy. Lethal. Unflinchingly loyal.

He lets out a low growl, and I hear him lunge for me again. I come to a sudden halt, spinning on my heel and charging straight toward him. His claws scrape across my shoulder, but I drive the silver knife into his chest. It's not deep enough to cause serious damage, but the silver should be enough to slow him down long enough for me to escape. Wrong.

“You’re not suggesting we—” “I am,” Cassiel said, stepping closer. “A clean strike. Swift. While his power is still in flux.” “We don’t even know where he is—” “I do,” Erelah said softly, cutting in. “The blood ward. The seal. I felt it pulse two nights ago. He’s inside the House of the Silver Flame. The one owned by the half-demon.” Raziel turned to her, something dark flickering behind his eyes. “That’s forbidden ground.”