"It doesn't look like this is the place we're searching for either, does it?"
Morgott surveyed their surroundings, noting the typical sewer landscape of sludge, scurrying rats, and insects.
"Yeah. To get there, we need to pass through the path ahead and then head up..."
Mohg nodded, stepping out from behind Morgott to scan the area. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed as he focused on a specific spot.
"What is it?" Morgott noticed the change in Mohg's expression and looked at him in confusion. He hadn't sensed any immediate threat.
The two of them had developed an incredibly keen intuition for danger over the past year. If Morgott didn't feel anything, it likely meant nothing was there—unless it was an entity whose power far surpassed theirs, someone capable of perfectly masking their presence and killing intent. But it seemed unlikely that such a person would come to the sewers just to trouble them.
"Over there... it looks like a cell."
Morgott paused, following Mohg's gaze to a section with an iron gate. Unlike the drainage pipe they had just emerged from, this was a proper room—or rather, a dungeon.
The interior was filthy and disorganized, though it still contained some crates and miscellaneous items. There were bloodstains on the floor, and a straw mat stained with blood and other unidentifiable substances lay in the corner.
However, there wasn't a soul in sight.
Morgott reached out and tried to push the iron gate, finding it locked tight. He didn't follow Mohg's example and rip it off its hinges; there was no need for that.
"It looks like a place used to hold something in the past. It's empty now, and there's probably nothing of value left inside. Let's go."
Mohg withdrew his gaze at Morgott's words. Although it was empty now, Mohg knew that in the future, a figure known as 'Old Eight'—actually known as the Dung Eater—would be imprisoned here.
Thinking of this made Mohg feel a spark of excitement. It was proof that he had finally arrived at the part of the sewers he knew best!
As for the timeline of this character... Mohg wasn't entirely sure. He only knew that the man would eventually be hanged somewhere in the Royal Capital, marking his first death. He was almost certainly a Tarnished, one who had faced discrimination since birth.
It was most probable that the Dung Eater would emerge during this era of constant warfare, though whether it was toward the end was unknown. After this period, the Tarnished would be stripped of their grace and exiled.
Losing the Guidance of Grace meant they could no longer rely on the Erdtree for resurrection; death would be permanent until grace returned to them once more. Thus, the Dung Eater's infamy likely peaked before the exile, and he was probably pulled back along with the others when Marika recalled the Tarnished.
As for that old bastard... Mohg had no desire to associate with him. If they did cross paths, it would likely end with Mohg putting him down personally.
He had no interest in accepting a world of curses. The title of "Dung Eater" didn't just refer to filth; it symbolized corruption and defilement. The world he envisioned was one where everyone was born with a curse—a "World of the Dung Eater," so to speak.
Mohg had zero desire to see such a world—a place only slightly better than the Frenzied Flame's total annihilation.
Furthermore, in such a world, the blessing of the Primordial Crucible would truly be treated as a curse. Mohg felt he had a duty to vindicate the name of the Crucible's blessing. After all, Ancient Dragons were the most perfect beings born from the era of the Primordial Crucible.
"Our old friends are below."
Morgott peered down the ladder and spoke. Mohg took a look as well, spotting the Miranda Flowers curled up as if sleeping.
He remembered this spot. Below was a massive Miranda cluster and a small gathering of rats. There were several giant Miranda Flowers and countless smaller ones.
Now came the choice: drop down and farm this Miranda family and the rats for loot, or turn back?
Was that even a question? They were already here—it was time to kick some ass.
"I'll handle the Miranda Flowers. Leave the rest to you."
"Deal," Morgott agreed. After all, Mohg wielded the power of fire.
Having divided the labor, Mohg drew the rapier from his waist. He gripped the blade lightly with his large hand and gave it a sharp swing. Scarlet Bloodflame immediately coated the steel.
At the same time, a golden glow appeared on Mohg's left hand. A claw resembling that of an unknown beast manifested over his fist—it was covered in scales and coarse fur, its form remarkably similar to a dragon's claw.
Aspects of the Crucible: Claw!
With everything prepared, Mohg leaped downward.
Squelch—
The Bloodflame-soaked rapier plunged into the stamen of the Miranda Flower directly beneath him. Mohg's left claw clamped down firmly on the flower's thick stem. He gave his right hand a violent twist.
BOOM!
Blood-red fire erupted in every direction. The Miranda Flower beneath Mohg was instantly engulfed in flames, thrashing wildly in its death throes.
Morgott landed beside Mohg with a fluid leap. The massive commotion naturally drew the attention of the other creatures lurking in the toxic mist. Soon, several rats came scurrying toward them. Having lived here so long, they no longer feared the Miranda Flowers' poison and had developed a symbiotic relationship with them.
Flash—
Several streaks of golden light shot toward the rats—daggers formed from the power of the Golden Order. Each one struck with unerring precision, sinking into the rats' eyes. The wounded vermin squealed, rolling on the ground in agony.
Morgott blurred into motion, his longsword carving through the air. With the sound of tearing flesh, he efficiently cut down the remaining rats.
Crack—
Mohg's battle was also over. The Miranda Flower, scorched dry and brittle by the intense heat, could offer no resistance as Mohg snapped its stalk in two and tossed it aside.
"It's a strange feeling. I used to have to scavenge and wait for opportunities just to take these things down. Now, it's just a casual effort."
"We've grown as well. Let's move; there are several more ahead."
"Yeah."
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