As Mohg closed his eyes and sank his consciousness inward, he soon caught sight of a faint, crimson glow.
When he focused his full attention upon it, the light revealed itself completely: a blood-red trident sigil, pulsating with an eerie, unsettling power. Mohg could feel that this power was his to command at any moment. This was the favor—the blessing, or perhaps the grace—of the Mother of Truth.
This sliver of power had already woven itself into the fabric of his being. For now, it wasn't particularly potent; it was far weaker than the blessings bestowed by the Primordial Crucible. However, this was only the beginning. If Mohg continued to deepen his connection with the Mother of Truth, the power inherent in that blood would surely grow.
"The favor and favor of the Mother of Truth, hmm..."
Mohg narrowed his eyes and metaphorically grasped the sigil within his mind. He could even sense the Mother's expectations for him. She didn't desire the establishment of a dynasty; rather, she yearned for him to further awaken the potential of his lineage, to grant her more pain and offer more blood sacrifices.
This is a bit different from the other Outer Gods I know about, Mohg thought. Most of them were either trying to establish a new Order to change the Elden Ring or were currently on the path to doing so.
Why does the Mother of Truth seem like a total thrill-seeker?
Mohg was slightly at a loss. Though he had expected something like this, facing the reality of it still left him feeling a bit stunned and speechless. To put it simply, this Outer God was quite laid-back; if he could build a dynasty, she wouldn't mind—in fact, she'd think it was great—but if he couldn't, it didn't really matter, so long as he brought her "joy."
Withdrawing from the sea of his consciousness, Mohg let out a helpless look. Ultimately, this was a good thing for him. Being targeted by a hyper-ambitious Outer God wouldn't be conducive to his growth. He preferred a "sensible" Outer God like this—one who provided power and then stayed out of his business.
Furthermore, obtaining the power of the Mother of Truth was straightforward: he just had to offer blood. For the Mother, his own blood was currently the finest sacrifice imaginable. However, with Morgott right beside him, performing such a ritual wasn't ideal. It was better to experiment in private.
At the same time, Mohg realized that the power of the Cursed Blood belonging to the Primordial Crucible was beginning to surface within him. Likely influenced by the blood blessing, the growth rate of that Cursed Blood was incredibly rapid. Simultaneously, another power began to stir—the gold-red flames belonging to the Crucible itself were being nurtured into life.
This was an unexpected windfall. Mohg hadn't anticipated that the Mother of Truth's sudden appearance would yield so many surprises.
He wondered why his future self—the "Lord of Blood"—would eventually rely solely on blood incantations, showing no sign of the Crucible's power. Perhaps the Lord of Blood had become too deeply entwined with the Mother, or perhaps he had simply neglected the Crucible's strength.
After all, the original Mohg truly worshipped the Mother of Truth. Me? I'm different, he thought. I'm just here to harvest her like a crop.
Or rather... he wanted it all!
"I'm mostly recovered. Let's go," Morgott said suddenly, interrupting Mohg's exploration of his new blood powers.
"Alright."
Mohg nodded and took the lead. Before they had gone far, however, his nose picked up the scent of living humans.
"Someone's ahead..."
"Prisoners exiled to the sewers?"
"Likely. I can't imagine anyone else coming down here besides prisoners," Mohg replied as they crept forward cautiously.
The corridor they were in finally came to an end, opening up into a small sewage channel, a common sight in these depths.
"Rama, I'm starting to think you're lying to us."
Just as Mohg and Morgott were about to peek out to assess the situation, a rough, booming male voice reached their ears.
"I'm not so bored as to do that... and do you really think I'd put myself in this kind of danger just to trick you?"
The man named Rama was lean, dressed in black light armor. A lantern and a rapier hung at his waist, and a bow was slung across his back.
"It better be. We've been wandering this dump for three days. Aside from those disgusting slugs and the 'Curse Frogs' crawling everywhere, I haven't seen a single damn tomb!"
"Relax, Giac. Have some patience. You have to remember, these are the catacombs beneath the Capital of the Golden Dynasty. If they were that easy to find, it would be suspicious."
Rama glanced at his companion but decided to placate him. He couldn't handle the path ahead alone. The other three people in the group chimed in with a few words of persuasion, and Giac eventually went quiet with a cold snort.
Seeing that Giac was no longer causing a scene, Rama quietly began to study a map he had obtained from a craftsman outside. It detailed many of the routes and structural layouts of the sewers.
"Let's go. The place we're looking for is not far below."
"I remember there being another entrance to that place. Why didn't we take that one?"
"There are too many guards there, and it's been sealed off. Besides, that entrance is inside the Royal Capital. Getting in that way is too difficult. We were lucky to find this damaged drain outside the city. The only downside is the sheer height we have to descend from."
Rama explained patiently. But just as he was about to lead the group toward the catacombs, he suddenly froze.
"They seem to be a pack of grave robbers..." Mohg whispered to Morgott, his eyes narrowing as he finished listening to their conversation.
"Are they mad? Robbing the royal tombs at a time like this?!" Morgott was visibly appalled.
"And the sewers actually connect to the catacombs? That's..."
"It's because it's a time like this. In the past, the Capital was heavily guarded. Now, many troops have left for the wars, leaving gaps for people like them to slip through..."
Mohg's voice trailed off. He realized the group outside had suddenly gone dead silent.
Just as Mohg hesitated, wondering if he should peek out to check, a roar erupted from the darkness, followed immediately by the sounds of a violent struggle.
Mohg and Morgott didn't hesitate any longer. They poked their heads out to see what was happening.
There, the group of grave robbers had run straight into a pack of Omens lurking in the sewers.
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