No good like this. If more of these forsaken souls awaited, I needed to be certain I had full control of the only weapon I'd yet obtained. I lifted the club, tested the grip of my fingers, and decided there was nothing for it. Well... If I was Undead, then I'd simply have to make use of the fabled treasure the Undead call their own. I slowly inhaled, and dispelled the club into ash. As I exhaled, the ash reformed into the Estus flask I'd claimed earlier. I tipped it back against my mouth, wondering what it might taste like. The answer was immediate: fire.
It tasted like fire. But it did not burn: it was a nourishing warmth like I'd never experienced, giving me foggy reminders of childhood meals of hot soup. As the heat washed over me in a wave, I could feel my injured hand healing, the severed tendons winding back together, sliced or missing flesh reforming in an instant. I released the flask into ash and testingly flexed my hand: back to normal. Now then, for that glow...
I knelt down in front of the presumably Astoran knight and gingerly pushed my hands into the white glow. It reminded me of my own soul that I had collected earlier, though white like the Hollows, rather than the emerald flame I recognized as my own. And yet, it did not "speak" to me the way the Hollows' souls had. This was more like... the ashes of a soul long lost. And as my fingers found purchase on something nestled in these "soul ashes," I reckoned that perhaps these were the material possessions of a Hollow that had found its true death, the same way my own possessions now faded into ash until I needed them. As the glow faded, I pulled my hand back, and within it: another Estus flask?
No, this is *different.* Where the Estus flask I knew was hot to the touch, a vessel of healing flame, this flask was freezing cold; ice crystals jutted out from its humble stoneware, and a frigid essence swirled in its gray depths, making it glow blue. How fascin—
The trials and tribulations of Ashemma, Deprived Unkindled, as she seeks to unravel the mysteries of Lothric and remember who she is. (Deprived is an unofficial Dark Souls fan comic.) [WARNING: Partial/Obscured Nudity]