It happened after the hundredth duel.

Her body broken. Her arm severed. Her breath shallow.

The Tarnished stood before her - wounded, but alive. His blade raised. Her will faltered.

And then... the pain ceased.

She saw it - his face. Miquella, golden and pure, reaching out from a dream.

She screamed.
She bloomed.

Wings of scarlet butterflies burst from her spine. Her hair burned with rot-born flame. Her blade became a conduit of death itself. The scarlet bloom flowered once more, consuming anybody who dared to challenge the Valkyrie of decay.

No longer the Blade of Miquella.

She had become the Goddess of Rot.

Not by choice.

By consequence.

By pain.

The Tarnished faced her anew, now against a force beyond death. And though they fought valiantly - valiantly enough to wound a god - he too fell. He faced true horror.

As she stood in the silence, crimson petals swirling around her, tears slipped from her blind eyes.

She could no longer remember her brother's face.

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