"Flames are for purifying, if thats not enough I shall simply use a lot of it" Living by a code, certain people believe that of you have a problem, your not using enough, of what exactly? Depends on the person really, one such person you'll see believes that faith in yourself, your tools, and the Flames of Purification are all you need, will it be? Or shall his will falter? A corpse awakens, knowing of these lands between and what it holds, he vows to fix it, no matter how much purifying he must do. This is a fanfiction of an adventure through the lands between of Elden Ring, of course only the MC is mine, the world is slightly different to make up for the fact its no longer a game, so any strange occurrence you can chalk up to it being realistic (kinda), also demon souls doesn't exist in this universe but bloodborne does