Novel & Cerita Oi You There Elden Ring

"Have any of you seen the rogue I was fighting just now? Brown eyes, white fight gear." They shook their heads. "That bastard." I roared, scanning the battlefield. "What do we do now, Alpha?" Soren asked. "Have any of you seen the pups? Elora or the maidens?" I asked, killing a struggling rogue with a swift throw of my sword. The creature collapsed at my feet. "All the tents are on fire. I don't think the Luna or maidens are here," Soren replied, his breathing uneven. "I tried to mind-link Elora, but she blocked me. I lost contact," I admitted, taking on another creature.

"Kill... me?" "Relax." Riven spoke as casually as ever. "Elyon will be able to heal you." "P-Please..." Fiora whispered weakly. Black spots danced before her eyes. Her stomach churned with nausea. "Step away from her, Riven." A cold voice suddenly echoed through the garden. It came from nowhere. Riven looked up. A faint smile returned to his face. "Ah. You're earlier than usual." Without a single footstep announcing his arrival, Vael was already standing there.

Dorian stood at the edge of the stone circle, the Owlshard floating beside him like a second heart, pulsing in rhythm with his own. The corrupted wolves growled behind him, glowing red under the Blood Moon. His voice was soft. “Welcome, Elara,” he said, eyes gleaming. “Welcome to the heart of darkness.” And then— The ground split open.

My heart pounds in my chest, adrenaline coursing through my veins. When we reach the clearing, Eldris and Jordan are waiting near the edge, their figures partially obscured by the dense foliage. Eldris’s face is set in a grim expression, his eyes sharp as he motions for us to approach. “They’re here,” he says, his voice low but urgent. “The place is well-hidden, but we caught a glimpse of movement inside. It’s definitely them.” Jack steps forward, his hazel eyes narrowing as he surveys the area. “How many?”

I reminded. She laughed a little. “Right, that.” I brought her hand up to kiss it. “We’ve got this love.” She gave me that troublesome smirk. “Oh, I know.” “Come on out Brennus. I know you’re here. Come out and bring that weasel Aragon with you!” Eligor spat. “You’re an audacious one calling other people weasels,” Greier spoke up from where she was. Not being able to find her was definitely playing tricks on Eligor, who visibly hadn’t expected to hear her. “Greier? What are you doing here?”

"Give me one fucking reason not to end this right now." "The Queen..." Lucian coughed. A spray of blood hit Kaelor’s face. "She’s not behind me. She’s... she’s already here." "What are you talking about?" Lucian looked at Elian. "The First Voice," Lucian whispered. "Show them your neck, Elian." Kaelor didn't look. He kept his eyes on Lucian. But I looked. Elian was standing by the dome entrance. He reached up and pulled back his gold-threaded braid.

I had to silence them all. ‘The elf hiding at the hangman bar. Kill him and all his allies.’ Turner bowed. ‘There’s been some news you’d be interested in.’ ‘Out with it.’ ‘The Olympiad portal was active. It opened in the human dimension. We had him followed, he’s here.’ I ran a hand through my hair then a light bulb went on. ‘An Olympiad god. Bring him to me.’

Nyra pressed. Another sip. “The Dragon Realm.” Nyra froze for many beats. “Huh? The Ouroboros? That place should’ve frozen over by now. Are you saying that realm still exists. And my lady is there?” “That’s all I can tell you,” Evelora said, picking up an apple and dicing it. Nyra scoffed. “I'm going to find her. I'm sorry I lied, Master. I just needed a destination.” “Don't bother. She’s here already,” Evelora muttered.

I said in one go. “In Theta it was in the west area, the rock cliff.” Luca helped me and I nodded. He seemed to understand my intention. Ni seemed to think about it. “So, in Elden Wood where was it?” I asked her again. “Hm… You are right…” I heard her mumble. Then she looked at me and smiled, “It’s here!” “I beg your pardon?” What? Where? “Here! The portal is here, just around the gathering field over there.”

Selene traced protective sigils in the air. Rowan readied his bow, arrows tipped with moonstone. Kael drew his blade, though his eyes betrayed unease. And Elira… Elira stepped forward and raised the fragment of her old blade. The Rift shuddered. Lightning crackled overhead. The chasm opened wider. And the voice returned, louder this time: > “You are the seal. You are the key. Come to us and remember your final name.” --- She fell. Not physically—but through memory, space, time.