Death Blight

Ah, you ask of Death Blight? A grim, fascinating subject, and one which has… cost me dearly.

A cough, strained and rattling, is suppressed with a gloved hand.

Listen closely, for this is a horror woven into the very fabric of the Lands Between.

💀 A Corrupting Influence

Death Blight is not merely a poison or a simple rot. It is the foul, malignant effluvium that seeps from the corpse of Godwyn the Golden, our first demigod to fall—slain in soul, but with his immortal body left behind.

Think of it as a hideous form of Destined Death itself, but one twisted and corrupted by this unnatural state of 'living in death.'

• The Source: It is tied to the Deathroot that sprouts from Godwyn's spreading, half-dead body, corrupting the very roots of the Erdtree and extending across the land. The thing I found beneath Stormveil... that visage... it was one such cancerous manifestation.

• The Effect: When afflicted, it causes horrific, thorny growths—like black, twisted roots—to burst forth from the victim's body. It is an instant, terrible death, transforming the victim into a sickly, death-blighted tree. This foul transformation proves the affliction is not of life, but an utterly grotesque mockery of it.

🕯️ My Personal Plight

As you see my poor state now... confined to this chair, my legs all but useless... I was afflicted by it. In my thirst for knowledge, in my search for the truth of the Night of the Black Knives, I sought out the misshapen face beneath the castle.

A hand gestures vaguely toward the blanket covering his legs.

I disturbed the corpse, and I paid the price. I feel the creeping corruption in my lower body even now, a slow, inevitable march toward the 'deep, fathomless slumber' that will claim me entirely.

It is a curse, a true sign that the natural order has been utterly shattered. We have a prince who is dead in soul, yet still lives in body, and his cursed form is now the catalyst for this blighted end. It is the truth behind Those Who Live in Death.