"Whoever thou art, stay away"
"Soon, I will be consumed, by them; by the Dark"
"The spread of the Abyss; must be stopped"
He does not know if the words leave his mouth, for now, he can't even feel his body anymore. His thoughts, his control, his essence, his pride, he can feel it being usurped from his very beings. His mind suddenly felt like it was enveloped by nothingness. It is not horrible feelings per se, It is cold and welcoming, as he now does not need to bother to think or doing anything ever again. But he somehow does know it felt really really wrong. Is shouldn't be like this… What does he doing in here? What is this armor? What is this coldness on his arm? He can't move… he can't move…
There is a gold-armored clad with the ferocious power he should ever remember so proudly. A giant with warmest wisdom and speech he should remember earnestly. A woman with sweetest smile and love he should remember ever so happily.
Wolf… companion…comrade? Sif ? who is Sif?
The abyss enveloped him, caressing his cheeks like a love lost one. They hugged him with the motherly love he ever needs himself be. Such a warm lingering him, the whisper of honeycomb, the sweetest smell of rot he ever smelt.
Thy wished such a big miracle. Do thou remember the feeling thou felt before the flame? Before the world are full of light? Where there are no meanings in everything? Where there are no pleasant and no sorrow?
Artorias body screams like a mad beast. He does not remember what it was felt back then when there was only a dark. Back when he doesn't even have a name or an existence. But yet now he felt such a great comfort, such a great hollow in his existence. yet it isn't saddening. It is like he was everything and everywhere.
Ah, he already lost himself in the Abyss
The Undead looking at him with pity. He will put this sorry existence to eternal rest.